The officer(?) shouted for Doug to halt, using the trade language. Doug did, and he was surrounded by the soldiers, with the officer standing well out...of reach. The officer ordered Doug to follow him, and one of the soldiers poked Doug in the kidneys with his warclub, or, at least, tried to. Much to the man's surprise, the club bounced off.The soldier let out a shriek of surprise and swung his club to hit Doug in the head with the heavy business end. He hit hard enough for the head of the. If he'd do something like that to us then I don't want to know about him. It left mom in the difficult situation of having to raise two children almost the same age whilst also working. Mom had to get a new job (which she hated) that included fairly long hours. She'd get home at 6pm and be in bed by 8pm. The hours were long but the pay was just enough to get a small place for us to live. Because of how small this place was, Jack and I shared a bedroom. As we grew up, we grew closer. Even though. He caresses my face and suddenly I’m in the air. Over his shoulder. Looking down at the driveway.I feel the night air for the first time. It feels good. But I’m still groggy, dizzy, tired… I look to the side and see the very large house we are about to enter. I lift my head and look down the driveway, to the street that seems so far away.My eyes roll back into my head and I pass out.(an hour later)I wake up. My jaw hurts and I lift my hands to my mouth. They are cuffed in front of me. Leather. Samzdar ko eshara kafi hai me ne us k hontho ko chuaa aur us k reshmi balo ko pakad k dhire dhire aage badate hua honth chumna chalu kiya wo b relax ho k khud ko meri baho me bhar rahi thi.mere hath neha ki pith par ghum rahe the aur hum dono kiss me dub chuke the.honth to alag hi nahi ho rahe the.tabhi manali tapki”ek dusre ko kha jaoge kya.”Me to bhul hi gaya k manali yahi hai.tum b na khade2 jal rahi ho.neha lao wo cream me laga deti hu tum apane2 kapde nikalo.neha bas bhi karo.