Thanks for asking."Thankfully, as I felt the sweat build on my brow, our daughter also decided to greet her brother, allowing me time to slip away to ...recollect my thoughts.Alone in the kitchen, I fought with myself until I thought it was safe to return and rejoined everyone in the living room.Meadow and Robby never hit a low in their conversation, leaving Stevie and me to watch in amazement as to the length of their chattering, until finally it ended, when Meadow said, "Oh, look at the time. I. Kehti ki itana bada aur mota lund, mai to mar gayi aaj. Usne mera lund hath me liya aur hilane lag gayi jab ache se tight khada ho gaya tab usne mooh me liya aur chusne lag gayi . Kya maza aa raha tha mai bata nahi sakta tha. Fir mene uski top utara aur wo bra aur jeans me thi.Thodi der baad mene uske saare kapde utar diya aur wo ab mere samne puri nangi thi , mene jab uski jeans utari uski pink panty puri gili ho chuki thi aur usme se madhosh karne wali smell aayi. Humare office me ek seti. ‘I’m wondering where all those years have gone.’ ‘What years?’ ‘Time… It just slips away. Why don’t we do something today?’ ‘Like what?’ ‘Oh, I don’t know…’ I thought for a moment. ‘Like going out somewhere… you know, like we used to – a ride in the country maybe, to the coast, have a picnic, I don’t know, just something, anything for a change.’ It wasn’t just the feeling of time passing like an express train, or of being and looking older. It was the realisation that somehow one wasn’t needed. “Hey, come on Ploy, stop crying and please tell me what happened?She looked up at me and threw her arms around my neck. “Please forgive me, she was going to tell the police and my mum about Friday. She said she knew I was on Ecstacy and started beating me till I told her who gave it to me.”“Beat you... ! what do you mean? She can’t do that.”Ploy turned around and lifted her skirt, her legs and I assume her bum were covered in red weals. It looked like she’d been canned or whipped.“Did she do.