More shuffling. “WHERE DID ALL THE BEER GO?” He drank it all. Mom tries to remind him. He thinks she drank it. More loud crashing. A door slams an... a car engine roars peeling out of the drive way. Good he’s gone. It’s quiet apart from the TV. Some sort of late night news. I think it must be mom watching it until I hear something thrown at the TV and it sputters for a moment. He’s still here. It’s mommy who is gone.
Muttering and steps down the hall. I turn my back to the door and huddle under. We have been involved in this for a few years now and we have knowingly and actively contributed to the whole exercise far more than any sex-change patients and their surgeons. No judge anywhere could accuse us of not knowingly and willingly agreeing to the operation, nor could that same judge say that we will not benefit from the same operation. If it's successful, we will be mobile and free to go where we want, when we want," argued Veronica."That's as may be," countered Dr James, "but. Hath rakh diya aur thodi der bad gand pe ghumane laga aunty ne kuch reaction diya nahi bad me mene aunty ke pair pe apana.Pair ragad raha tha aur ek.Hath se me aunty ki gand masal ne laga muje laga aunty bhi mere sath de rahi hai usane.Kuch kaha nahi to meri himmat.Aur badh gayi aur me mera land nikal ke anunty ki gand ke bich ghumane.Laga muje bahut.Maja a raha tha.Mene dhire dhire aunty ki gand me apana land bahar se thoda ghusane ki koshish kar raha tha etane me mera pani nikal gaya to mene. Is it fast?’ ‘Fast enough. Now scram before I hurt you.’ Jeff leaned down, putting his face opposite the driver. When the driver turned towards him with a menacing look on his face, Jeff grabbed his throat with his left hand. In a low voice, he instructed the driver. ‘Turn off the engine, hand me the keys, or die right here.’ With each phrase he uttered, Jeff added a bit more pressure to the driver’s throat. The driver slowly reached for the ignition, snapped it off, and brought his had up.