For some reason I thought about Michelle. Sure I liked Michelle but she was a bit clingy and more a woman clings less I like ‘em. Maybe that’s my ...Pa in me? But all the same I was thinking ‘bout her so I figured I’d go see her and she might know where Amber is.Michelle lives with her grandparents on account of her parents splittin’ up and them fightin’ over who gets who. Turns out that both ran outta money after about two years of fightin’ and during that time Michelle found livin’ at her. Mein ISS ka bahut bara fan hun yeh mera true incident hai.This story is abt me and my friend’s mother who is name is Sandhya (Fake) she is mother of my best friend Uzair. I will write the story in hindi so yeh 4 yrs pehlay ki baad hai uzair aur mein bahut achay friends thay mai akser us k ghar.Jata rehta tha aunty bahut sweet thi woh hamesha mujhse bahut pyar se baat kiya karti thi un ki age karib 40 ho gi un ka complextion dusky height almost 5`7 aur 40,34,42 un ka figure hai. Meray dil mein. ”“Oh god,” whispered Kathleen. “A slave.” She had to figure out a way to stop this insanity. Marge had totally misunderstood her. Now things were escalating beyond what either of them could feel comfortable with.“Thank you, Marge,” she started. “But...”“You are welcome, pet,” Marge interrupted again. “But it’s Mistress from now on. Remember?”Kathleen blushed. “Yes, Mistress. But...”“And good slaves kneel. You want to be a good slave, don’t you? Because bad slaves get punished.”“Yes, Mistress,”. "You don't have to," my sister protested. "I know I don't have to. I don't have to do anything. I want to. You know me by now," I stated. "OK. They are all yours tomorrow." "Thanks," I said. I slept well that night. The Massachusetts air did me good. Morning arrived and the k**s had no qualms about waking me. They knew this was their day and they wanted to spend it with their Uncle Alan. I did my best to oblige. "Hey k**s, who wants to go to the toy store?" I asked. "I do! I do!" Their joy was.