I could finally be relaxed.Minutes later, Jay showed up on the door. I felt like my heart skipped a beat. Fear flooded my head. What does he want? ...No more. I couldn’t take no more, I thought.Totally ignoring me, he said: “Comm’n fat ass, I have Frank on the phone. Let’s get this over with” Then, he left, but leaving the door wide open. Damn.But I exhaled with relief. At least he didn’t grant me any more sexual abuse.“Ok, buddy, it was a lot of fun, but I gotta go” He said in a jolly. Mere dost bhi mujhe apni kahaniyan sunate ki kaise unhone apni kiraydar ko choda ya kaamwali ko choda. Mein bhi chahta tha ki mein bhi kisi ko chodu. Kuch saal to aise hi beet gaye uske baad humne apne ghar pe second floor banaya usme do rooms the aur ek haal. Ek room mera tha aur ok khali tha. 4 months baad humne wo room kiray par de diya. Kiraydar ek husband aur wife the aur unka ek chota sa baby. Husband subah kaam par jata aur der raat ko vapis aata aur wife din bhar ghar mein hi rehti. Wo. Before the family moved to the rural area, his son's teacher invited him to the classroom after the classes to talk about his son's terrorizing manners. She was also a white teacher. She had a lot of events of his son to tell to him and complain about the boy. She was telling about speaking loud during the lesson, beating the other boys, harassing the girls and finally harassing herself. He asked her how his son harassed her. She told that once, she invited him to the chalkboard to answer a. He waited. This was the part he hated – the waiting – especially now that Rosa was no longer there to look at him and mouth words of love. There was only emptiness, a deadness that reached father than his legs. The time was closer. He raised the violin, tucked it under his chin and joined the orchestra. With an ease that came from hours of practice, each note came—perfect in time, perfect in tone and empty of life. Faint at first, the scent that he had smelled earlier drifted around him. Trying.