My quickly drawn in breath draws your eyes to me and I can feel my pulse begin to thunder as you reach up and slowly unfasten the buttons of your shir..., letting it slowly pool in the corners of your elbows. I try vainly to slow my breathing as I lean closer to run my finger tips over your collar bone and down along the round firmness of your breasts, ever so lightly brushing the tips of my fingers over the swelling nubs straining against the confines of your bra. I smile as you bite the edge of. "That woman was your girlfriend, Sandra, and you were there. And we all knowthat boy was me. I was only 12, Ron." There were various other videos on thedisk that show him becoming increasingly feminine and more humiliated asthey showed the torment and abuse he suffered at their hands. They wereunmistakable. And, Take a look at these pictures you took of me. Most areold Polaroids, but we see me, enslaved in a maid's dress." All of my friends saw these, and they know what you did. It took quite. Shanked wide left. Holy fuck, that son of a bitch did it again. I'm having a full on bitch session alone in my own apartment lambasting Romo, when my tirade is interrupted by my cell phone. "Hello!" "Hi John. It's Ms. P, time to pay up on our bet." "Oh Ms. P. tonight, really? I didn't know you meant the evening as in THIS evening." I say, even though I knew had I won I'd be expecting Peggy at my door in a silk robe. "I'm not quite ready tonight. I'm just in my pj pants and I thought I could pay. Kaise pyar huwa etc.Fir mene chachi se pucha kaise hai jb se aaya hu dikhai nhi diChachi:dkhoge kaise ghor aye to na or rone lagiMe: kya huwa,,,koi pblm hai,,,Chachi:nhi bs aise hiMe: bolo na agor nhi batana hai to chor doChachi:tm jaante ho unhe jada tr bahar rehta hai or puja papa ko yaad krke roti haiMe: or aap yaad nhi krte?Chachi:yaad krke kya faydaMe:mtlbChachi:kuch nhiMe:bolo agr frnd mante hoChachi:meri taraf dkhte huye bli unka to ek pao tuta huwa hai bachpan se or kuch kr v nhi pate.