Mere nana bhot ameer hain aur sab unse kafi darte bhi the. Divorce ke baad meri maa ne ek job bhi karne lagi thi time pass ke liye . Toh baad tabki ha...in jab main 18 saal ka tha main apne room main aaram se bf dekha krta tha aur koi aata nhi tha mere room main toh main lock bhi nhi krta tha .Ek baar mere nana much kaam se 2 hafto ke liye bahar chale gye aur main aur meri maa ghar main akele the. Raat ka time tha 8 baj rhe the main apne computer main bf dekh rha tha aur muth maar rha tha utne. I hope you all have read the first three parts.Shivani was 5 months pregnant when she relocated to a remote location. Rahul would constantly be in touch with his mother. Both would have sex chat on WhatsApp video calls. But Rahul’s work had him always occupied because he couldn’t visit his mom.It had been two months and Shivani was due in another two months. On one of their many sex chats video calls. Rahul: How is my baby?Shivani: The baby is good, huh? Won’t you ask about me?Rahul: I was. Then I guess somebody turned me in. Cop told me that I had a choice – hang around there and get run into jail or get my ass out of the county right then. In a fuckin’ rainstorm...”“And that’s where we met...”“Yeah, not exactly one of those fairytale meetings, huh?”“Your stuff at the hotel...”“They can have it. I got my money with me. I can buy some stuff at Wal-Mart. Maybe that place’ll have a program to help us homeless girls out...” She looked at me. “So what’s YOUR story?”“I don’t have. I had read how few arrests there were for that kind of thing, so I wasn’t too worried. Everything involved in the weed business was a calculated risk.I left the courier planning up to Gerome. He knew the housewives from the gym and he also knew the weed business. He could mesh them. Lucinda and I would be there to give him all the information and advice we could come up with. The three of us could make it work somehow. I really wanted the couriers to be bicycle types, but I knew that was.