. never changing. The one constant he could depend upon. When did they start? Who could say. Perhaps they started when he was very small and his mothe...r gave him a little yellow bear. A smiling bit of fluff and cotton that he could hold close when his Daddy drank too much and became the angry man. When his large, calloused hands would curl into fists and try to beat the innocence out of the tiny boy. Perhaps they started in third grade, when a horsey faced teacher would read to the class, after. Mere frnd ne bola ki ab me mom dad dono ko tumhari baat btaunga tb mene usse kaha yar usse tumko koi fayeda nhi hoga or thande dimag se socho or agr tum kisi se naa btao to tumhara fayeda hogaTb wo bola kese to mene kaha tum bhi hume join kr skte ho or yeh to sbki jrurat hoti h socho dear to usne kaha ki nhi yeh meri bahen hai to mene kaha han mgr yeh ek ladki bhi h or agr tum or me nhi krenge to koi or krega mgr or isse achha h ki hum isko khush kr de or mene apne frnd ka hath pakad kr uski. I had my eyes closed, and I felt that this may still be a dream, only another part of it.I just laid there breathing hard and I started talking to my lover, real or fictional. "That's it, yeah, baby, yeah, oh fuck, do it, fuck me, make me come, oh fuck. OH, OH, OH, AHHH, FUCK, FUCK, DO IT, DO IT, HARDER, HARDER, FASTER, FASTER, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!" My body shook to a hard climax, after I finished the man kept working his finger in and out. I felt someone get on the bed and. The sight of her took my breath away."Hon, don't the people in this country wear veils and stuff like that to a funeral? When I went to my grandfather's funeral, all the women had their faces covered and were wearing black."Before she could answer me, Sally came in dressed almost identical to Kat. That's when Kat told her what I said, and they both started laughing. I just gave them a disgusted look and stuck my head back in the closet, digging the rest of the medal boxes out of the corner.