The story is of me and my married friend staying in Bangalore. Let me come to the story without wasting much time of readers. The character of my stor... is Priyanka. She is a punjabi and married to a sindhi guy. There’s was a love marriage which had resistant from both the families. I knew priyanka from a business network site. I started mailing her and slowly we started chatting on gtalk. Nothing drastic happened till her b’day in sep-2013 when I sent a bouquet of flowers for her along. Angels don't always come bearing good tidings. This one had news that at least in part, was quite disappointing to hear, even bordering on heart-rending. But angels have your best interests at heart, and unfailingly have your back. This particular angel would help steer me back onto a much more productive path in life, even though she was shouldering a huge burden of her own.She didn't flutter down on heavenly wings. She merely knocked on my bedroom door.She was none other than my kid sister,. I love you too. Bye."You, hang up the phone with a sigh. You're girlfriend had just called to tell you that her flight home fro Dallas had been cancelled due to heavy rain settling over Texas. She had been out of town on business for the last four days, and it sounded like she wouldn't be home for another few days. The two of you had been dating for the last 8 months, and had just recently moved in together. She was everything you ever wanted in a woman. She was 5'4, with blonde hair, brown and. She had long straight brown hair to her waist. She was kind of prudish but she got that from our mother. Mom never let Madeline wear anything too revealing or too sexy. However Madeline was starting to resist and talk back to her occasionally. Madeline desperately wanted to become normal.Our parents had a regular Saturday pinochle game at their friend’s house and had for a long time. We kids were dragged along or left with a babysitter for years until we were old enough to stay home alone. Even.