Babulal bola , kiyo tarsa rahi hai meri rani, mera bhi to muh mitha kara de, lata boli maine kab mana kiya – mere raja , abhi loo- wo hathi aur ek r...sgulla apni chochiyoo ke bich mai rakh kar babulal ke muh tak le gayi, loo pitaji mitha kha loo, babulal ne bina dher kiye – lata ko apni bahoo mai lekar uski chodhiyoo par rakha rasgulla kha liya- bahu tera to blawoj eske rass se gila ho gaya hai, too kiya howa mai uttar deti huu, kah kar apna pink sari ka pallu niche gira diya aur blowj ke hook. I know what it’s like to love my mamma and my sisters. But that’s different.”“You’ve never been in love?” Her voice was weak.“I don’t know, for sure,” he said. “It’s hard to explain. I feel things ... but I don’t know if it’s love or not.”She could understand that. That was what was terrifying her at the moment. Deep in the recesses of her mind, she wasn’t sure she’d ever loved Harry at all. She’d known she was supposed to. She’d even tried. Except she didn’t know how to make that magical thing. This time, though, instead of a single snapshot of me in drag, I had several photos of myself in female garb affecting various poses at home and in the San Diego area. Madeline had performed her masquerade on me well. In fact, I was so proud of my concealment and ability to pass that I taped several of these pictures prominently alongside my bunk on SHILOH. None of my shipmates ever guessed that the tall, leggy, young woman in the pictures who favored flirty sundresses along with Jackie. He grit his teeth down as the memories started to rise from their graves, each pulling him down into a hazy mess of blood-soaked carnage and mayhem. Something was stuck in his teeth, and when he reached into his mouth to pull it out, he begged it wasn’t something he didn’t want to see.It was a piece of clothing.He tossed it away, turned, and vomited into the grass. Oh god, oh fucking god. More of the memories came back, blurry things, mixed together like a bunch of shit thrown into a blender..