But I first had to get more confident.I peaked out of the window. It was Vince! What in the world was hedoing here? Didn't he get enough last night? I...hurried to the door andopened it."Hey Vince, what brings you here?" I asked, as I motioned for him tocome in."Hi Janice." he responded with a grin on his face. "You look great." Hehad that look on his face that young boys get when they have donesomething wrong, but didn't want to admit it."Uh, Thanks. So what's up?" I questioned."Janice, I need a. I started in with the tips, slowly, allowing the flesh to expand to allow entry. When I was inside past the second knuckle, the progress stopped, the tightness not allowing further penetration. I waited, knowing that it was a reflex action of contraction. Gradually the muscle relaxed and I was able to push in a little further. My hands are small and this was not an extreme damaging action, it only required patient steady pressure. Slowly my hand gained entrance up to the larger diameter of the. ., Mom," I answered softy.It had been ten years since I had spoken to my mother. The last time wespoke we had parted with both of us spewing hatred toward each other.That was when I walked out the door, never to return. It hadn't beengood, but I felt it was time to bury the hatchet. It was only three daysuntil Christmas, and this year I wanted to spend it with my mother andfather."John, John, is that really you?" my mother asked, with the obvioussurprise showing in her voice."Yes Mother, its. Despite his attempt to unbind him, Shrika would not let go of his knees. Sakina, holding their daughter, came to the courtyard to see his swollen face. They were loaded with questions. Shabbir had plenty of time to concoct answers. His wife did not pry right away. She instead prepared an ice bag and led him to a warm bath. He reaked of body odor. Sakina was careful not to come too close. In the tub, she fired away. The police had been called. She was not satisfied with his explanations. She.