Din gozartay gai or ma or shabana phone par or text par batay karna start ho gai. Ak din shabana ka text aya k kya kar rahay ho ma na reply kiya k kuc... khas nahi layta howa ho, boli mujay nead nahi a rahi ma na poucha kyu to boli, tum nahi samjo ga. Ma na himat kar ka pouch hi liya ka asi kya bat hai. Kuch dar ka bad reply aya ka batao gay to nahi kisi ko plz.ma na foran reply kiya na ap muj par trust kar sakti ho, phir reply aya ka mujay company chahiya ma na jan kar bola k is ka kya matlab. But it still hurt to hear. No matter how hard he tried, the words stillswirled around in his head, still echoed in his ears.He finally stopped to catch his breath. Wiping his face with hisforearm, he looked at the card.Dirt stained the delicate pink colours. One of the corners had beenbent. The ink inside had been smeared.He felt the tears beginning to return. He hated this. He hated hisclassmates. He hated those bullies. He hated Mother's Day. He hatedwhatever it was that decided his mother. It just makes me feel complete somehow, it’s amazing!”John rolled to his side, and he joined her in stroking her bloated abdomen, as they stared into each other’s eyes. He grinned suddenly and chuckled to himself.“What?” she asked him curiously, enjoying seeing him laugh.“I was supposed to be having a chat with you, but you turned me on so much I got a bit carried away,” he confessed with a grin.Dana giggled and looked up at him adorably. “That was really hot, thank you. With that finale, it. “Get anything you want; I always get a bottle here for later…What do you like to drink Josh?”“Vodka,” I squeaked, still quivering and trembling from my shoulder massage.“Good choice, vodka it is.”I went to the candy aisle and selected some mint gum as I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He strode over to the liquor aisle and selected a big bottle of Grey Goose, lifting it for me to see and then he shouted.“Is that OK?”I felt the blood surge to my face and I just knew it was blood red..