All I needed to do was head up there sometime during the week with a garden trowel. I could dig the turf up, pour in the ashes, and push the turf back...down. In a few days nobody would ever be able to tell what I had done. It’s not like we were putting up a memorial or changing the headstone. Jack’s official place of residence, as it were, was back in San Francisco. I checked with Grandma, and she smiled. “I think that would be wonderful, Grim, but is it legal?”“I don’t think Grandpa is going to. The windows are all tinted blackjust like a limo. Like someone very important is on board. The truck stops and the passenger side window comes down. I looked overwith my heart pounding. My hand can barely hold the cigarette still as Itake one last drag before throwing it to the ground and stomping it out.I'm shaking. I feel very weak. Despite the cold and the exposure, I feel sweat beading up under myarms. A man in the truck tilts his head and looks my way. I take acouple of steps over to the. ,,, maine bola haan meri raani tere liye hi to hai…. Aur saara pee gyi… Maine uske baal kass ke pakde uthaya aur kutiya bna liyaa…Maine bola aaj to tujhe kuttiya ki tarah hi chodunga meri jaan..Aaj tere bacche ka baap banuga… Bolii haan Karan mujhe tere jaisa hi smart n sexy ladka chahiye… Bna de mujhe apne bacche ki maaa…. Maine lund jaise hi chut mein daala uski cheekhe nikal gyi… Boli kitna bada hai bhenchod teraaa…Faaaatttt jaaegi chuttt… Kuch mere pati ke liye bhi bachade… Aaahhhhhh maaar. I was always on the lookout for a nice girl too but never got around toit because I wasn't much of a social climber and figured I wasn't much ofa catch, and because of a personal 'hobby' of mine I knew that most womenjust wouldn't understand. I'd gotten interested into women's clothing ata young age. It started with nylons and lingerie and went from there.Once I moved away on my own was free to start a nice little wardrobe, asnice a one as I could afford and keep concealed. I wasn't hurting.