I had not heard her in my preoccupation in my mutual masturbation session with the woman next door."Let me see," she said, moving past me like she had... not just caught me with my fingers in the cookie jar. As she stood at the door way her eye to the crack I looked her over. She appeared to be about 19 or 20, perfect completion, black hair, average sized breasts, quite cute. She of course was dressed in the maid uniform of the hotel a blouse, skirt and sensible shoes.She watched at the crack for. .Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For. What the hell was I going to say? The world came to an end?Finally an older man wearing fancy brocaded clothes came to see me. He did something that made my head hurt horribly. I screamed out, "NO!" and passed out.I woke up. It couldn't have been very long. There were small smoky fires coming from the equipment, the ceiling tiles were destroyed and the old guy was lying upside-down--legs up-- in the corner. I felt something like constant thunder in the back of my mind. It seemed to come from. Bhabii. Kiya kar rhi ho or dhre dhre bolne lagi per mera bolna galat huya bhabi ko bura laga usne niche se meri tango ko moda or jor se chata meri chuttado per mara or boli sali randi mza le pura per mai teri bhabi nhi hu tune muje randi kha tha sali mai teri malkin hu or tu meri kutiya muje malkin bol ya madam nhi to chut se pahle teri gaand ko gaand ko fad dungi mai dhre se boli ji malkinVo muje mere chuchi ke aap pass kiss karne lagi bhabi yani ab malkin ban chuki thi or mai uski kutiya yani.