. I just kept looking at them.. Till she spoke..H: dekh liye.. Ab bas..And she wore her bra and top quickly.. And said..H: khush abM: tum hoti agar ai...se dekh ke reh jaati..I made another peg for both.. And gave it to her..I was still looking at her boobs.. Didnt know hw to ask her..H: ab to dekh liye.. Manas bhai.. Ab to chhod do..M: dekh ke hi to gadbad ho gyi.. Ab aur mann kar rha hai..H: kya chahiye..M: jo tumne dikhaye..H: neetu ko pata chala toM: tum bataogi…?She looked at me.. Waited for. A girl beat me up to save herself. She had no choice.”“What’s your name?”“Fat Ass Faye. I mean Faye Elliott from Houston.”“Give us your parent’s phone where we can call them.”“I’m staying here for the week with my Aunt Susan, Susan Barton who teaches at the Junior College.”The policeman asked something else, but my eyes closed and I dozed back off. After some time, I awoke in a hospital room with Aunt Susan sitting by the bed.”“Faye, I am so sorry that I wasn’t able to look after you, but I am. Mujhe darwaze main se sab kuch dikha raha tha.mummy ki ek chuchi saaf dikh rahi thi .ohir maine socha ki aaj mauka sahi hai chudai kai.mummy darwaza kholkar phir baat karne lagi.main mummy ke paas bed par jakar let gaya.phir maine dhire se mummy ke chuchi par haath lagaya.wo boli besharam yeh kya kar raha hai. Maine kaha kuch nahi amze le raha hoon wo boli chal hat maine kaha kya ho gaya haraoz raat ko papa ke saath bhi to maze karti ho. Aise baat karte karte main unke boobs sahalata raha.. He was tall…I’d say around 6’1, 6’2…tall for me in any case as I (much to my detriment) only reached what I considered a measly 5’3. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his grey winter jacket – I blinked. Wait, was that the blue eyed guy? I squinted and barely acknowledged the ‘eight’s’ that rang out as the great crowd continued with its countdown. He walked like a jungle cat, grace and lethality emanating from the long lean body as if it were an expensive type of cologne. As my eyes,.