Bua mara pass bed par bath kar poochna lagi kal kaya dekha toona. Maina kuch nahi bataya, phir poocha maina again kuch nahi bataya, chal bata be da to...n itna masoom to hai nahi, phir boobs pakar kar boli kaya waqae mai sundar hoain? Mai tujha achee lagtee haoin? Acha chal ya to bata tujha kon see cheez achee lagte hai maree body main? Maina dheerasa kaha sab kuch ap upar sa neecha tak bohat khoobsurat ho, chal hat besharam, acha mai tara land dakhoon gee agar pasand aeya to theak hai warna. Lucy sat down placing her cold trembling hands in her lap. She looked up and quietly stuttered, “Wha-What is this meeting about, Dr. Thacker?” The professor looked at Lucy for what seemed like an eternity before speaking. “Lucy you may call me Susan. I’m here to discuss your lack of passion for my art class. It seems you excel in all of the other courses here at the academy but mine. And that reflects badly on me. None of the other students seem to be having this trouble so I thought I would. He smiled fondly as he remembered Rosa. She was apretty girl with straight brown hair and a little button nose. She hadexpressive eyebrows that indicated all of her emotions."Hi Dr. Sanders," Rosa's mom said, following her daughter. "I hope youdon't mind but Eddie is in for a checkup today as well." Dr Sanders smiledat the boy who hung back, holding his mother's hand as shespoke. "I was hoping to get out of here as quick as possible today,"Rosa's mom continued. "Is it okay if you do Rosa's. It was two days later and Melanie Renault was coming off the painkillers and regaining consciousness. Slowly the events of two nights before resurfaced in her mind.She had no recollection of the accident to which the nurses and the young resident referred to, but she remembered the party, she remembered Don Brentano. The recollection made her wince. She'd thought that she had left him behind, buried deep in her mind, but she only had to see him to relive the horrible night six years.