Mummy ne bhaiya se kaha ye kya kr rhe ho pintu..Toh bhaiya ne kaha ki tere hath baand rha hun meri kutiya..Mummy ne pucha kyun toh bhaiya ne jawab diy... kyunki mai apni saari randiyon ke haath baandh kr unko chodta hun aur haan jab bhi mai tujhe chodunga tu mujhe mera naam se nhi balki maalik keh kr bulayaegi..Samaj aya!!Mummy ne ha me sir hila diya..Fir bhaiya ne apni study table to mummy k samne kr diya aur khud mummy k piche aa gye..Fir unhone mummy ki kamar se unko jhukakr table pr lita diya. With some loud background music playing on my stereo, I tackled the entire place. The kitchen, bathroom and the vacuuming were done and I was dusting the living room when I thought I heard a noise and someone calling hello. I paused for a moment and decided it was the music or someone outside.I was bending over the coffee table, feather duster in hand when I clearly heard, "Oh, excuse me", come from behind me. I realized someone was in my apartment and had a clear shot of my stocking tops and. The constant electric shocks had diedaway and it seemed that they were going to be allowed to rest for ashort time. Mitch had collapsed against the chill metal floor of thecage and was leaning against the bars in near exhaustion. "Whatmistake?" she replied."I think we can get out of here," she said to him."Oh sure, we just drag a person that is a walking cloud into anelectrified cage and take the key that we never see him wear and getout? How is that supposed to work?" she asked her."It might. Home, this size with top-of-the-line everything, costs half as much more, if not twice as much. Nothing comes for free, Mr. Jones.”“You’re right. Nothing comes for free. That is what you are paying for this house at closing tomorrow, or using the loan from your bank is at least,” I explained. “I’m not making any profit, only breaking even for what it costs to build it. Three-quarters of the work done got done by children from my orphanage who volunteered and worked their asses off building.