M ek senstive type ka person hu ye baat wo janta tha. Maine us ko bhut bar bola tha k bhai meri bhi kisi ladki ke sath setting karwa de.Dev ki ek girl...friend thi indu, wo ek private colony m rehti thi, dev ka ghar bhi us colony m hi tha. Indu dekhni m bomb thi, us ki Height 5 foot hi thi, par wo thi gori chitti. us ki body ki shape toh pta nhi but wo slim thi. Matlab kareena kapoor jaisi body thi. jab bhi main dev ke ghar jata tha us ki girl friend mujhe goorti rehti thi. Kyuki wo dono colony. Me – simply, I was thinking with so much of wealth why do you carry all cheap things with you, further I had to learn the proportion of spending to the wealth. I have to learn art of living and budgeting as in my house my father do budgeting, and in my jiju house, he has lot of money there is no need of it. I can spend money as much as I wish. My family is also middle class I need to learn how to spend and on what. If you don't trust me, no need to tell. I know your parents must have cautioned. In fact, you can expect the next one to be even more severe, and I am always prepared to increase or add to any punishment I deem fit. Do you understand this Adam?”“Yes.”“Good. Now go to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and you will find some cream that will help soothe your burning bottom.”Adam went to the bathroom, his erect penis swaying and bouncing as he walked up the stairs. He found the cream and brought it back down to his stepmother. I’m really in for it, he thought. That was one. I'm awed that you've created this for me. I walk automatically towards the cross, feeling the restrained power of your will. You speak. Without inflection. "I'm going to hurt you." I inhale sharply and close my eyes. A deep calm envelops me. Your voice justifies the thoughts and memories which I am allowing myself to replay in the theatre of my mind. I think of a fragment of our poem: "We take the golden road to Samarkand". The golden road. My journey. You: my guide. I mount the platform on.