“Sunil, beta itne saal, kyun re, yaad nahin aati humaari.” Abhi main kuch bol paata, is se pahle woh rone lag gayi. Unko le jaake maine bahar lage...charpai pe baithaya aur gale se lagaye bola – “Ab nahin hoga aisa, Chachi. Maaf kardo.”“Kuch khaayega, kitna dubla ho gaya hai. Itni mehnat karwaate hain kya sab.”“Ek ghante so jaata hoon, fir uthunga to aap nashta de dena. Aur jo dil kare khila dena.”“Ja upar wale kamre main sojaa, parson ek guruji aaye to unhi ke liye saaf kiya tha. Wahi so. At first I just scribbled a bit here and there, in a journal. Then I began to put some effort into it. I thought of all the plots and characters I'd read of during my life. I sent away for some hardbacks by Gaiman, Ellison, Asprin, Holt and others in the Sci-Fi/fantasy field. I invested in a big dictionary and a thesaurus. I took an introduction to writing course at a local open university that spring. My sentence structure improved. I was getting better, beyond the shadow of a doubt.Then I let. "So you mean you really are a kid, and you never got to really bea kid? All they had you for was experiments?" I wondered. "Correct. GavinSaunders is the first human child I have come in contact with. My entireexistence was spent in a confined study chamber. The humans ran all sorts ofexperiments on my physical body looking for weaknesses and strengths." He told me.The more this thing told me the more I understood he has been a prisoner hiswhole life and never gotten the chance to live life.. I was left sitting naked on the edge of my bed with my drunken, horny mother dressed in lingerie standing right in front of me. I took my time and enjoyed the sight before me. She was radiant. The moonlight cast a glow against her body. Her skin looked soft and supple. The only noise in the room was that of our breathing.After releasing my hand, my mother pulled the hem of her nightie up to her bellybutton and hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her panties. I watched intently as she moved..