” Mohsin, “Main jaane hi nahi deta.” Asha, “Par tumhe batati kyun main?” Mohsin, “Mujhe pata chal jaata.” Asha, “Pata chal jata to?”... Mohsin chup raha.Asha, “Mujhe pata hai, tum mujhe divorce de dete, isiliye mujhe Vikram se pyar hai. Pehla ye ki woh mujhse itna pyaar karta hai ki agar main usko din ko raat bolun to woh raat maan lega. Woh meri har baat par aankh band karke bharosa karta hai.”Mohsin, “Agar usne kisi din tumhe kisi se chudte dekh liya to? Kya tab bhi woh tumpar bharosa karega.”. She seemed to be turning inward; she was keeping more to herself. Then one morning as I turned the page on the calendar I realized why. She would be turning eighteen in a couple of weeks. Per my own rules, she would have to leave my house, and either get a job or go on with her schooling. Now I was depressed. I had to do something.That night I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking. Then I experienced an epiphany. Someone had said once that if you turn your play into work, you'll never. This lawyer named David Saxton has been charged with involuntary deviate sexual intercourse, sexual assault, indecent assault and furnishing alcohol to minors. Nine years ago Saxton ran for District Attorney. ‘Saxton took this eighteen year old dude out drinking. The unnamed dude was employed by Saxton to work off a debt for legal services rendered. So the unnamed dude passes out on a couch in Saxton’s basement only to wake up with his pants open and his cock in Saxton’s mouth. ‘So the unnamed. Her hair looked like shit. Suddenly my terrible short preteen boy hair cut didn't seem so bad. "You want some day old reheated coffee?" I asked."Is that's all you got?" she asked as an answer."Since I haven't sat down yet, I can get it for you no problem," I said returning to the kitchen. I heated a cup of coffee in the plain porcelain cut painted to resemble an old tin coffee cup. Yeah it came from Goodwill as well and it held almost as much as the Delta cup. "Here drink this," I said.She took.