Shaam ko jab main ghar aaye to wo mera wait kar rhi thi usne pucha ki form kab fill karoge toh maine kaha thodi der me kar dunga uske baad main tv dek...ne laga phir 9 baje k karib jab hum sab khana kha rhe the to mummy ne mujhse kaha ki tum supriya ka form kyu nhi fill kar dete ho toh main kaha ki khane k baad kar dunga khana kahane k baad mummy papa Apne room me chale gaye aur supriya aur main mere room me chale gaye hum dono computer table k paas baithe the aur maine kaha ki main batata. But my brow is my fathers, my cheeks are toonarrow. I want my mother's open and willing face. I spread a thin smearof dusky rose blush from the top of my cheekbones to my ear, and blend ituntil I can barely see it. The shadows disappear, and my face is wide andround, like my mother's. I spritz myself with a with her cologne.I gloss my lips and blow dry and feather my hair until it sweeps past thecurve of my neck and settles over my shoulders. I make exceptions to the10 commandments, and to my. With his spirits cheering on, he waited for the door, it opening with a haunting creek.There lay no person behind the door.Heart spun around, his body wished to flee, but with his eyes he hungered the warm fireplace within, the beautiful furniture that sat, begging to give comfort.With a gulp he stepped inside, door slowly creaking closed his entrance behind him, he knew he wasn't leaving.So he looked around, the house neatly kept, the beautiful crackling of the fire place, the entire setting. I was an addict, and this was my drug. The fantasy's had pulsed through my veins for years. The highs had grown as my inventions and techniques had grown in number. But it all came down to that night.Slowly, they were shown in, and they gathered round, and sat down to watch the show, the cameras recording everything, live feeds going around the world on the web, and more feeds going to secure servers.Everything was ready.Everyone was there.The wires were live.The show was on.Anna walked round.