Sure enough – I soon found myself working at a skateboard shop. I had just graduated from high school, and this was my first real job. The boss, Mr....Keller, was a thirty-something dude with short black hair, deep brown eyes and a killer smile. He stood about six-foot two, weighing about one eighty. He had a lean frame, and what looked like a big dick tucked away inside his tight jeans. First thing he asked me was if I wanted to run the store for him while he was away for the month. I would be. Woh 10 se mein jharh gaya….Phir humne kapde pehan liye aur mein usko bola “chal kal mein tujhe madam ke saath maze karwata hun” hum sone chale gaye…..Agli raat humne meri biwi ko neend ki goli di aur use sula diya…..Ab pucca ho gaya tha ki woh nahin jaagegi toh maine use ander bula liya room mein…..Usne shorts pehni thi aur uper kuch nahin….Woh meri side aaya aur maine use hamare beech mein aane ko bola…..Woh bed per hamare beech mein let gaya….Meri biwi side per soyi hui thi toh maine usko. Look at the bright side!" I swear that I have to controlmyself to not kill her. Here I am wearing a white 'hello kitty' top atight tiny short and again the pink sandals in a day I performed twoblowjobs and knew I'll have dance classes and will study to become amanicurist. In this exactly day, this dumb girl decides to give me sillyadvices. I can't believe she likes to live here being a sex toy.The bell rings and we go to the dinner room. We are the firsts toarrive. I sit in my place. Spicy and. Those tendrils of guilt invading my mind weren't mine."Block everything save speech!" I yelled."Sirin?" a distorted voice said from behind me. It had familiar cadence."Bemariq?" How are you here?" he asked. "Did the roots get you too?" No, I intruded into yours." Are you--"A hoary presence shifted between the thoughts of me and Bemariq. A flashof green exasperation judged me. My mind was pushed away, but I heldfirm."Let go off my husband!" I demanded.The pressure faded. A sense of endless ennui.