So it was nearly midnight by the time we got home. The first thing I learned as a working girl was that if handsies are grope-ey and fondle-ey when yo...'re walking to school in your diamanté slave collar and 'drag me down an alley and give me a good hard shafting' Louboutins, they are a zillion, kerfillion times more grope-ey and fondle-ey when you're wearing the same things whilst being squished together on public transport.Now I'm a perky, pokie, bouncy, jiggly, squirmy, teen-angel of. “Alone…” I gasped out and quickly took off all my clothes, dug out my baggiest shirt I owned and put a pillow under it. I posed in the mirror, imagining what it would be like to be pregnant, but it just looked silly stretched because all my shirts were just too small to give a convincing image. Thinking then that Mom was gone, and she had me, so she must still have at least one maternity item of clothing left, I quickly ran downstairs to her bedroom and sneaked in, even though I knew she. Meine jab puri saree hatani chahi to usne kaha nahi pls. Agar tum pure kapde utarne ko kahoge to mein nahi karungi tumhare saath. Meine kaha thik hy.fir meine saree ko thighs tak uthaya or peiro ko uske peiro se ghista raha.kiss karta raha.boobs dabata raha.usne puchha ki aaj tak kitni baar kiya hy? Meine kaha ki aaj pehli baar kar raha hu aap k saath.meine unse puchha ki aap ne ? To hansane lagi lekin jawab nahi diya.kuchh der tak hum log upper nichhe hote rahe. Or usne kaha ki tum bahot der. As her nose hairs curled, Zoe wondered how her stepmother’s expensive perfume could smell so cheap. Victoria, wearing a buttercup ruffled sleeveless Liz Collins top and a matching red sleek knee high skirt, strolled into Zoe’s room without a hint of seeking her stepdaughter’s permission. The ‘click clack’ of the suburban wanna be fashionista’s heels echoed in Zoe’s mind. Zoe could hear and see her step mother speaking to her but what was processed as sound in Zoe’s head was much more comparable.