Us samay tak humare bich sirf bhabhi dever ka rista tha.Ek din achanak hume pata chala ki bhaiya ka accident ho gaya.Unka hospital me 12 din eilaj cha...la firbhe humlog unko bacha nhi sake aur wo is duniya me nhi rahe.Achanak se mere kandho me jimmedari aa gaye.Bhabhi ka bura hal tha wo humesa mere kandho me sir rekhkar roti rehti the.Pure gaon ko afsos tha.Fir use bad gaon me sarpanch ki meeting hue.Faisla hua ki bhabhi apne life ko khud chun sakti hai ye to wo apne mayke ja sakti hai ya wo. ”“May I serve you?”“Please...” He looked at the dishes on the table. “Ham hocks with navy beans,” he remarked. “Collard and mustard greens in pot liquor ... grits ... mac and cheese ... skillet bread. It all looks wonderful, Phyllis.”“The boy knows his soul food,” Oscar remarked.Jason scooped some grits onto his plate and ate a forkful. “Hominy grits,” he remarked. “It’s been a while since I’ve had these.”“How do you know so much about this food?” Phyllis asked.“I grew up eating it. You see, my. Though he still had dinners with the General or the Riedesels or the Aclands, they had become tedious and predictable. Everyone trying hard to put on a good face though it was obvious it wasn’t working. Even the food served at those tables was simple fare. Because of the ladies’ presence, talk about the military situation was taboo. Since no news of any sort had reached the Army, the topics were sorely limited. Stories and gossip had been repeated over and over. The last time he heard from home. Something was seriously wrong. “Daph…” she gasped, but her mouth was dry and her call for help was barely a whisper.Daph tugged the navy one-piece up her thighs, oblivious to her friend’s distress. It was a tight fit. She adjusted the gusset between her legs, then yanked it tight so she could get her arms through the shoulder straps.Vicky felt a strange tingling heat start to burn between her own legs and her heart rate seemed to increase with each beat as an inexplicable flush of arousal.