Well... top-heavy." Moreso than usual, you mean," Warren quipped."You goof! Yeah, moreso than usual. Plus I keep leaking, that's damn annoying!" Maybe...you should try to stop breastfeeding," June said."Nah. I can deal with it. It's healthier for Betsy. It's just that, with the damn things overinflated, I have to wear a really tight sports bra so I don't give Warren a black eye," Sophia said with a grin."Yeah, but what a way to get a black eye!"Sophia and Warren were at home one Saturday when. The thing was that in my mind I just couldn't let go of the image of that angel with the blackened eye. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the image of that asshole raising his fist and slamming it into her beautiful face and I just wanted to hurt him badly.As I left the building, I looked up and saw a beautiful Red Mustang GT pulling into the parking lot. I was muscle car crazy. I always had been so I couldn't help scrutinizing the car and its driver. The car was amazing. It had an after-market. "Other people desire you? But you are far too young, who are these monsters?" Agnes asked her voice quavered with thinly disguised contempt."No you don't understand I make them do it!" Maldea sighed as tears erupted and streamed from her moist brown eyes."You do not cause other peoples desire Maldea, YOU ARE AN INNOCENT!" Agnes stood as her distress and temper flared in response to the girl's apparent self-guilt.Maldea however was not concentrating on these words, just the one word exploding. I found the driver staring at my breasts all the time.When he used to eat he started tp praise my cooking;saying you cook better than my wife.when i used to serve him he got the courage of touching my buttocks without my parents noticing it as they were on the opposite side.My parents used to eat early and sleep. he used to come home late,but i didn’t have any problem with that as my husband also used to work late.when i used to serve him food he used to stare at my cleavage when my pallu would.