" "So what do you mean. Where is she?" "Peter, she left last week for Reno. She'll be there for six weeks, and then she can get a divorce." "A divorce... I don't know anyone who has that. I mean, is it hard? I really don't know anything about it." "It's not hard. Not in Nevada. You live there six weeks, become a resident, and then you get the divorce in court. It just takes a little money. Your dad was happy to help out. He's looking forward to his new grandchild. I don't know if he ever liked. My mom was a cold woman. My dad was French and Catholic. My mom had been born in West Germany right around the time of the war. She’d been raised a Lutheran, but converted to Catholicism for my dad. I bet that was the only selfless thing she ever did for him. She must have loved him once I guess.I don’t know whether my mom was cold or just indifferent; indifferent to me and my dad. I can’t say exactly when, but sometime in my early adolescence I realized my mom never much liked kids, and I. Ab maa sirf bra aur panty mein thi aur bahut jyada sexy lag rahi thi . yeh dekh kar faujiyon ko josh chad gya aur wo bahot roughly ma ape haath pherne lge. Maa ki chooot bahut saaf thi aur uspe ek bhi baal nhi tha. Tabhi ek fauji ne maa ki choot par jeeb rakhi aur jor jor se use chaatne lga. Maa jor jor se cheekhne lgi aur apni mast chooot ko uske sir ki taraf dbane lagi. Usne 25 minute tak maa ki choot chaati aur phir doosra fauji maa ki choot chatne lga.Ek fauji me maa ki gaand ke ched ko jor. Kebab being one of my families favorite foods. "Yeah I hate it too" she said, completely insulting our family, culture, and father just to show off to this white man. Absolutely pathetic. I was going to get up and berate her, but this guy was huge so I decided I would do it later.After 5 minutes of them talking, she flirtatiously glanced at him. "So let me show you my plumbing" she said jokingly."Lead the way" he said as he followed her.“He's gonna fix the problem" she said to me. "Don't forget.