Maddies my grandmother. She flipped the page and I saw a picture of the same woman, apparently my sister Maddie, in New York. She was still the same a...e as the last photo, the same age as I now knew her – 24. But suddenly now she had a child of about 10-11. Pointing to the child, I said, youre saying thats Ellie? My grandmother Ellie being in her 60s now, I couldnt really see too much similarity between her and this child. See for yourself. She kept turning the pages into the future and with. I feel the relentless slap on one side of my face, tears now streaming down my face. "Please.." I beg softly, even though I know I deserve whatever punishment he decides to dole out. The next thing I know, he grabs my arm and snatches me across his lap. Beside his thigh I see his favorite whip and the metal ruler. I groan and drop my face into the cushions, my body shaking in his lap. I shake my head, moaning helplessly when I feel him snatch my skirt up to my waist and my thong being dragged. And kissed. And kissed…. Hansen smiled, each of his hands holding onto one of her small firm butt cheeks. He couldn’t remember being this happy. He might have been. Once. But he couldn’t remember when. He kissed the top of her head, his face lost in her brown hair. ‘Irish….’ he murmured. Oh please. You have to be kidding me…. Fuck off. It’s worse than the movies Jimmy plays. Give me a break. I will, mate. Don’t you worry, I will. A long break. You’re mad. Yeah. Mad…. He pulled his head back so. He unhinged the shackled main gate and proceeded to take the stairs. The steps were worn out as the infrastructure itself, with chips missing here and there. It was inhabited by a few domestic pets occasionally giving visitors an awkward stare. Subhash had climbed all the way up to the fourth floor as he took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door marked 4B.•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••Who could that be? Kanchana dabbed away her tears and attended the door. ‘Hello Mr..