Je tu aahesch. Randi sarkhi tar jhavat hoti tyachya barobar pool madhye, and nantar kashi gand matkat geli lagech khaj mitvayla mi ho mhatla tar. Kay ...e tula tujhi mummy randi jhaali tar nahi avadnar.”(A whore. That is what you are. Didn’t you fuck your son like a whore in the pool and then eagerly walk with your naked ass to fuck him again? And Bhavesh, would you mind if your mother became a whore?)Me: “Mala tar avadelch. Shevti mi swataha ek bhadvach jhaaloy. Mala tar randich pahije” (I would. I had forgotten to add water to the farm. Knowing that, the logical conclusion would be that the ants must be thirsty.But another part of me ... well, it felt the thirst. And the feeling was coming from my room. I hustled the rest of the way up to my room."Sorry about that, guys," I muttered as I quickly filled the eyedropper and put an extra-large squirt into the sand. A new feeling emanated from the farm. The thirst was still there, but there was a tinge of relief along with it ... and. I head to Lisas cell first. Lisa was still crying and asking for mommy and daddy. Your mom and dad cant come to see you now. You will be staying with me and if youre good, you might see your mom and dad in a couple days. Right now you are going to take off those dirty clothes and shower. Im hungry she says. After you clean up I will get you some food. Now hurry up and remove those dirty clothes and shower up I grab her and bring her to the shower room for her to get cleaned up. I grabbed her a. I knock on the door, Keyshia answers “my brothers not here” she says, not wanting to look me in the eyes. “Girl I’m not looking for your brother” I tell her. “Than what do you need?” she responds “I want to show you something” I say pushing past her and walking into the living room, I set my IPad down on the coffee table and start to type away. “come here” I say to her almost ordering, she sits beside me on the leather sofa and looks at the computer screen. Fetlife pops on the screen “what is.