It’s very dear to the old woman. She said it is her only connection.’ Valo shook his head, trying to make sense of the butterfly’s words and the...drawing in his hands. ‘Where is the woman in the picture?’ he asked. ‘I don’t know,’ complained the butterfly, again reaching for the sheet. ‘Give it back.’ ‘What’s going on?’ Brevila, his beloved mate, had abandoned the bedding and was now eyeing him and the stranger. Valo didn’t care if they looked like children fighting over a toy, and kept moving. He had always been attracted to her, and since they had been running together her body had gotten extremely tight. She had even started running in tight shorts and a sports bra, making it hard for Clayton to stay focused and not get hard in front of her. He always looked forward to the after workout shower at home were he could fantasize about his mom while soaping up and stroking his six inch rod."I know it was my idea mom, but sometimes you just get in a zone or something and take off on me,". Main yeh soch raha tha ke tabhi woh mere hath ko hilake boli, “doctor saab kin khayalo mein kho gaye?” main kuch bol nahi paya. Aur woh hasti hui boli, “apni girlfriend ke ware me sochte ho? Sochte honge ke woh sundar hai ke yeh ladkiyan?” woh has padi.Main samajh nahi paa raha tha ke itni dukhi aurat itni khuchi se kaise has sakti hai. Main thoda muskura kara rah gaya aur bola, “girlfriend? Padhai se waqt mile to kisise dil lagau na. Aur waise bhi mere pariwar wale bahut purane khayalat ke. He talked about not ever having a girlfriend because he was way too poor. Approximately two years after we met things had gotten very bad in the valley because of a prolonged drought. Someone told Diego about work in eastern Washington picking apples and he decided to try his luck. For weeks after he left I found I missed him. I missed his bright outlook, his joy in life and his friendship. Ten months passed, and one Friday around mid-day Diego knocked on my door. He was returning from an.