She crossed her arms over her chest as they came together and leaned into him, resting her head on his chest. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms aroun...d her after quickly perching the once-bitten sandwich on the arm of the sofa. This particular action was noticed and appreciated at once by the room's two other occupants."I'm cold, " she softly told his chest. "And I'm all wet." I don't care how wet you are," he declared, tightening his grip and adopting his most gallant tone of voice.She lifted. ”The next morning was thanksgiving, she walked past her father shaving in the bathroom.He cut him self and exclaimed: “Oh, shit!”The little girl asked what shit meant. “I’m shaving right now, sweety” said her father.Then the girl went into the kitchen where her mother was cooking the turkey. She accidentally dropped it on the floor and said: “Oh, fuck!”“What does fuck mean?” Asked the little girl.“I’m cooking the turkey right now, sweety.” replied her mother.Then the door bell rang. Her mother. Agar dono ki window khuli ho toh ek dusre ko ache se dekh sakte hai.Main kabhi use nahi karta tha toh woh bathroom ki window hamesa bandh hi rehti thi. Par aaj main gaya toh maine socha khol deta hut toh main khol kar nahane laga. Par maine dhyan diya ki samne ki bhi window khuli hai. Par mujhe laga kon hi aayega itni raat ko. Toh main masti se nahane laga.Thodi der baad mujhe kuch alag si aawaj aane lagi. Dheere dheere woh awaj tez hogayi. Pehele toh mujhe laga aise hi hogi. Par fir maine. "Good."Mrs. D****r rushed out of the kitchen and I followed. She was standing in front of Mom."Better?" she asked.Mom looked up, looking as perplexed as I felt."Maybe this will make it better," Mrs. D****r said.With that, she grabbed the top of her head, fingers sinking into her perfectly coiffed bleached-blonde hair, and tore it off.My mouth dropped open, and so did Mom's.Under the wig, Mrs. D****r's real dark brown hair was cut in a boyish cut but it looked cute and sexy on her. Without the.