"Not on your life." I could feel the warmth returning to my hands. For that matter, the snow felt warmer than the cold that had enveloped my hands. So... he could fight with fire and cold ... or was it something else?"Where is my family?" They are no longer your concern. They are now mine to deal with as necessary. I gave you your chance to punish them but you refused."I was getting mad. "You are no one's executioner! You have no right to this, no reason for any vengeance. You're too scared to. . I...I'm sorry. I c... c... can't hel... help myself. It's not my faul...faul... fault." Stuttering and stammering. I can't imagine you trying to talk to anywoman. It would be too awkward. Not that they'd ever be interested inyou, with your obsessive dressing up and your miniature dick."For the next hour and a half they kept it up, taunting me, making jokesabout my lack of machismo, making lewd suggestions to keep me hard, andhaving me strike suggestive poses while I continued to. ” She begins in voice-over. Pictures – school photos, graduation photos, staff photos, holiday snaps, etc., flash up as she tells it. “My da and my ma got married in 1992. She converted to Islam for him and then had me. Then dad’s eyes started to wander. More than just his eyes.”A happy family snap – short mother, handsome professional father, happy daughter.Fades to a family snap of short mother, and less than happy looking teenager.“He left just before I hit my teens and my mother got our. Maine jab se use dekha tha tabhi se main usa per fida ho gaya tha. Jab woh chalti thi to usaki gand aaise hilati thi ki man karta tha aabhi jake pakad lu aur usaki gand mar doo. Main bahut hi sarmila ladka tha isaliye usase baat nahi kar pata tha. Maine aapani yeh samasya aapane dost ko batayi to usane kaha main kucch chakkar chalata hua. Woh dost manisha ka bhi aacha dost tha. Toh usane ek din mainsha ko mera phone no. De diya aur use bola ki yeh tumhara deewana hai tumhe bahut pasand karta.