I was expecting a hate filled note of condemnation from her; not that she’d actually come and be happy. I guess certain things really can transcend ...hat sort of religious dogma. I mean, she wasn’t happy that uncle Martin wasn’t on the guest list, but when I told her in no uncertain terms he was never going to be a part of my life or my family’s she finally seemed to understand.” Not that I haven’t forgiven him for what he did; but that’s not something I’ll ever be able to forget.Nor would we. Fir wo bolne lagi ki yr plz kisiko mat batana m bhi nhai bataungi….Mne kha wo to tu uhh bhi nhai btane wali thi…wo boli matlb kya h tera….Mne kha teri shkl p dikh rha tha kit u kitni sex ki bhuki h…Fir mne usko pass liya or uske mu ko padak k eek jordar kiss kr diya phele wo response nhai kr rhai thi lekin fir wo sath dene lagi….For mne uska top utara or uske chote se boobs ki jor se dabane lga or pinch karne lga …or bite karne lga wo mere balo m hath fer rhai thi …..Fir mne uska ek hath pakad. I told her who I was and Victoria said, "Oh yea, I remember, you're the one that had never done this, right." I told her, yea and I express when I wanted to come by. She paused and then said, "I think that'll work, sure." She then asked if I knew how much the donation was and I replied, "Oh yea," and she followed by telling me the address, explained it was an apartment building, told me where I should park, and gave me the apartment number, saying she would have to buzz me in. Victoria also. But the closer she got towards the light the warmer she became, became hot in its glow, a discomforting feeling but a tolerable one. “Maybe it is afraid”, she had thought, to give off such a discomforting sensation. So reaching out to comfort the thing her eyes did see, her hand, she had a hand to see, she could see. A novel thing yes, but ever so important as she ignored the light once more to see upon herself, and know herself. Her hands, her feet, her body, she inspected it all to know it.