“No, I thought you might need a hand.” “I have to pee,” she said matter-of-factly, “and I don’t need help with this”. I nodded, watchi...g her unsteady movements. Her graceful gait was completely wiped out by the hip spica cast. She looked nice though, my little broken doll. So painfully fragile, and so mouthy. “What are you staring at?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. “Your graceful gait.” She stopped and slumped on the crutches to free her hands. Then, she wagged her forefinger at me. I jumped up and followed her. She was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter, head down."I'm sorry Mom, I shouldn't have said that."She looked out the window. "Sweetheart, if you could understand how hard it is sometimes..."I put a hand on her back. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. People just aren't used to it, that's all." You'd think after twenty bloody years they would be!" Well, maybe you could explain..."She cut me off: "The only explanation anyone needs is that I wasn't born here but I've done. Main mera baniyan,short nikal kar sirf underwear peTha. ab wo sirf white bra aur black panty par thee. kay kayamat lag rahi thi wo. maine bra ke upper se hi uske chuchuiya dabne laga aur apna hath panty ke andar dal ke uski chut ko sahlaraha tha.wo bahot he exicte ho gayi thi,aur jor jorse moan kar rahi thi aaaaaa,eeeeeuuumm bol rahi thi.fir maine uske chuchiyo ko bra se mukt kiya .aur ek chuchi ko chusne laga.mera second hand uski chut ke ander dal kar uska dana ragad raha tha,mousi ke chut se. Twenty-five for a straight fuck."If I'd guessed correctly, she was a street waif. A home and food were probably the best offer she'd had."I don't know," she said. "How long are we going to do this?" A day or ten years. Who knows? You can leave any time or I can throw you out any time. One thing you should know." What?" she asked.I slipped the snub-nosed Smith & Wesson.38 out of my pocket, opened the cylinder and clicked it closed. Her eyes narrowed."If you steal anything from me, I'll hunt you.