" She pointed. Tiny below us a scattering of British soldiers on horseback moved along a faint trail and then disappeared under the tree cover. "I cou...d ask them for help, I suppose," she said, giving me a sly smile to show she was not serious."Why did you shoot that young officer?" I asked."He was getting ready to rape me," she said coldly. "Wanted those men to hold me while he did it, the bastard. Used vile language about his intent. Even showed me his puny weapon." She put her hand to her. Usko mera pglpan pasand ane laga tha..Aur uska birthday tha to mene kaha kaha chalo treat nahi dongi aj. Sirf chocolate se kya hoga. Usne kaha nahi aj nahi. Aj to boss ke sath jana padega. Aur ha aj rat bhi nahi hogi kyuki aj puri rat uske sath hi hu me. Mene kaha tumhara pati? Vo to tin din ke liye nahi bahar gaya he..Vo boli..Kal tumhe treat dungi paka aur kal chhuti bhi he aur kal boss bhi nahar he to me free hogi to kal pakka mene kaha thik he muje call karna kuch hoto. Usne kaha thik he. At the time I decide to intervene.I walk into the room quietly and as I approach the side of the bed Sara is laying on, she opens her eyes and with a look of fright at the possibility that I have caught her and that she might be in trouble, she quickly stops what she is doing and closes her legs.She stutters out “Hi daddy. Am I in trouble?”. I replied “no honey, not at all”. I look at my daughter as she lays there and marvel at the changes that have happened over the last year or so. Her. But personally, I found the maternal bondingincreasingly seductive. To tell you the truth, at first I enjoyed the fact that I could nowforce my wife to wear the clothes I always wanted her to wear, cleavage wasthe operative word here. The trouble is that those type of clothes alsoattracted that same kind of attention from other men. I didn't want that,so I decided that dressing conservative was safer. As time went on I foundthat I no longer had to consciously try to mimic my wife, my.