He's not cruel. He was confused." Have you convinced yourself yet?" Fuck you Julia. Just fuck you, OK?" Are you through?" Yes, I am. I'm sorry I said ...fuck you,' but I'm tired of this.Are you trying to help me or pigeonhole me?" I could ask the same question of you? Do you want help oraffirmation?" I withdraw my apology." OK. Your responses were, if not appropriate, expected." What the fuck does that mean?" What do you think it means?" I think I'm tired of this." What else?" Nothing else," I. Now where did that phrase come from, I wondered. Were clams really happy? Whether they were or not, how would anybody know? Why not happy as, oh, say a meadowlark? I didn't know anything about the emotional state of meadowlarks either, it was probably the same as humans, some were and some weren't, but the birds sure did seem happy as they sang and flitted around. Clams, in contrast, just sort of dug themselves in on the beach and lay in their little trenches beneath the sand, breathing through. After days passed we smiled each other and i called her as bhabhi.One fine day i was standing near to her house and she was at the main door of her room. When i was returning to my room she tried to protest me jokingly and said i will not let you go and i also jokingly tried to aside her by putting my hand on her waist without any bad intention.But suddenly she thought i am trying to seduce her and she suddenly caught my hand tightly. I did not know what is happening.she was so hot at that time. She finished her coffee and headed towards the door, I followed behind her for good bye kisses and to lock the door behind her. As she stepped out she asked if I would check in on her son to make sure he was OK. I told her I would and kissed her goodbye. I wasn't ready to stay up just yet and headed to the bedroom. As I passed the boys room I tapped lightly on his door and called his name, he didn't respond so I opened the door just to check on him. He must have passed out after taking his.