Chalo aur late na karte hue sidhe story pe aata hu. Ye baat january ki hai jab bhaiya bhabhi ghar aaye the tab.(ha bhabhi ka ek beta hai jo ki 8 saal ...a hai).Jab mai bhabhi ko station lene gaya tab maine unpe jyda dhyan nahi diya kyuki tab mere mann me unke liye galat feelings nahi thi. Magar ek din bhabhi subah subah naha ke apne bedroom kapde pehen rahi thi but galti se unhone darwaza band nahi kiya aur jaise hi mai andar gaya mai dekh ke hairan ho gaya . Bhabhi ne bra nahi pehen rakha tha. Paint fumes drive off critters and I didn't want spider bites on my ass. I even lifted the seat boards and painted under them as well.It was time to sort through all the stuff I'd brought out of the cabin. There was a lot of crap that I bagged up to throw away later. Still, I had a couple glasses, a couple china plates, some flatware, a covered pot and a fry pan. The fry pan was cast iron and needed burning off so I gathered the fire coals together, put the pan on them and cut some more canes. They have almost as much weight as the fucking President! They're the ones who control the pursestrings, who decide which agency gets what money. Get a major Senator down on you, it's like committing economic suicide; they'll strangle you to death. You just don't go against one, ever! Unless..."Well, unless what? But she had the answer to that one, too, and it was a doozy. It involved taking a very long run indeed around the end of the Federal bureaucracy that ruled so much of political. Afterwards they threw dice and I was informed that I now "belonged" to the winner of the dice game, a guy named Batuco.The next morning the guards told me to "roll it up." This meant I was being moved to a new cell. They put me in a cell with one of the meanest looking guys I have ever seen. He kept staring at me as though I had offended his mother. He looked really pissed off. I was getting really scared now, because I knew the guard was about to leave, and I would be alone with this guy who.