Varun -ok mere pariwar me hum 3 log hi the isliye ghar ka kam hum log mil baat kar karte the phir hum idher udher ki baatien karte karte khana banana ...age accidently mere ass varun se takra gayee muje kuch chubha maine piche mud kar dekha to uske pajame me tambu bana huwa h par is baat se wo anjan hone ki kosis kar raha h to maine bhi ignore kar diya is se use aur himmat mili kuch der ke baad ussne phir se mere assMe anpna lund sataya main kuch dur ja ke khadi ho gayee phir ussne bhi mere. I won't let him melt medown for parts, that is like so wrong. I have got to get out of here.'And without a second thought she turned and ran from the factory.There she stood on the city streets. Cold and alone. People looked ather and turned away. Some of them even shouted at her. Those who gotclose smiled but there were many more people who never got close toher. She walked down the cold night streets wondering where she couldsleep. Wondering who would be there for her. It seemed that no one. You can imagine my surprise and fascination when I saw pictures of men and women, not just naked - even that was mindblowing enough! - but also doing things with each other; things that seemed to be related to 'reproduction' and 'intercourse' but beyond my imagination or young knowledge.It started one day in high school when my sister, Lakita, who is two years old than me, played truant from school. In retrospect, I think my darling sister was always the one that was bound to lead me astray. On. Suddenly I feel the muzzle of a gun in the small of my back. ‘Don’t turn around. Keep walking.’ A gentle, remorseful man’s voice sighs. Suddenly, the world becomes colorless to me. The room is as black and white as the tuxedos and gowns that fill it, and everything in my pockets feels ten times too heavy. I reach for my cigarette case, feeling the cool metal of sterling silver. I can feel the etched design, and I can even see it in my mind. A heart with my name in it, a gift from my lover..