I’m sorry it had to happen this way, but now you know.”“What do I do now?”“Well, this too has been arranged with the blessings of Allah and ...is holiness Khozem Bengaliwala.”“Who is Kho- Kho-, who’s that?”“He is your servant, as you are his master.”“Wait right there! I’m not anyone’s master. I wish to break whatever arrangements you people have set.”“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” said Vasilla quietly.“I don’t think you understand. I want no part of this.”“You must be feeling much right now, but. I’d been thinking about the baby and wanted to get my thoughts on paper.“You keep a diary?” Pam asked.“A journal; it’s the same thing, I guess.”“Cool. I kept one when I was younger, but stopped a few years ago.”“I started about two years ago and with all the stuff that’s happened to me, it’s been a tremendous help in making sense of my life.”“What’s happened that you need to make sense of things?”I chuckled, “How much time do you have?”“It sounds like there’s a long story there.”I didn’t really. “Son, I’ve been sitting across you from at a table completely naked. I don’t know how I can make it seem like I am not open-minded. Let’s put that behind us now. You did what you did and let’s talk about this,” Dad said. He placed a yellow USB thumb drive on the table. I instantly recognized it as the one I stored all of my porn on. His expression suggested he already knew what was on it but that I should talk to him about it.“That is my porn,” I admitted plainly. Lindsay told me that if I did. He wasn't doneteasing her, not until the lines between teasing and torture converged. Herwords were becoming inaudible. Moans and cries, really. He loved this. Shelost herself in this place that only he could lead her to and from. It wasthe most delicious and exquisite torture in the world. He released her clitand blew a light stream of air where his tongue had been. "Jeffrey, pleeeeaaaase touch me. Pleeeaaaase!" "I am touching you, baby." "Please don't stop. Touch me!" "Baby, calm yourself..