Well we reached the friends house and before getting down my mom took out her panties and put it on the car seat and we walked to the house there this...old guy opened the foor and asked us to come in he then took us to a room and there was 4 old man on the chair and my mom then clossed the doar and then she stood in front of the men and i just stood in the corner there the old man then asked my mom to face the wall and put her hands up then after that the old man then looked at me and said 'im. Wo married thi or uske 2 bache bhi the ek girl jo ki 5ya 6 years ki hogi n ek boy jo ki 1 year ka tha. Uska husband drink bhut karta tha and daily ladai krta tha uske sath. Wo mere pados mai rehati thi so hame daily uske ghar se ladi jhagde ki awaze ati rhti thi. Kanchan bhut mast maal thi. Uska figure 36-30-34 tha(jo usne mujhe baad mai bataya). Uske paas or bhi boys and girls tution padhne aati thi. But wo meri pados mai rehati thi so wo jyada dhyaan mujh par deti thi kyunki wo nhi chati thi. You as McCartney, yeah, maybe. But Evie's way too cute to pass as Stevie Wonder."May 27, 1983It was mid-afternoon, a few hours before our prom gig. Dennis and I looked over the van we'd procured for the evening. Holly, our recently hired co-manager, had talked her dad into letting us borrow it for the night. This was, after all, a road trip of more than an hour. The van had been a godsend; we'd been able to fit our entire stash of equipment into it."You know," I said to Dennis, "we'll have to. She would take Wilson to thebrink but never tip him over; which was why she never gave the sufferersa set amount of cuts. Emily, and only Emily, knew when their despair wasat an end. Now, after a couple of dozen cuts or thereabouts, Wilson wasnearing the end of his pilgrimage into pain. His vocal cords were aboutshot. The last cut brought no more than a hiss from his throat. His eyeswere starting to roll and he no longer pulled at his bonds in a hopelesseffort to escape. Emily ceased her.