Tiche donhi haat pithane bharle aslyane aaine sultanala padar thik karayala sangitla. sultana ne te phila aani mhanali:’tummchat baykancha pallu sar...klaKi blouse aani mangalsutra mule khup mast vatata, mala awadta’. aai kahi bolali nahi. nantar halu halu sultana aaichya aanga chatila yeu laagli. aai otya jawal ubhi hoti teva ti eka hatane aaichi ughadi path kurvalat hoti. tine aaiche kule haluch dable. aai:’he kay kartay?’. mala vatla aata yanchi bp suru hoil pan aai virodh karu laagli, pan. Before I go on, I should give a little back story. My folks are divorced. My dad cheated on my mom when I was younger. It tore the f****y apart for a while. Eventually, after them trying to reconcile for a while, they gave up. In the divorce decree, my mom got full custody. My mom had to pick up two jobs because the c***d support was basically pittance. And, as early as 10, she stopped paying for a babysitter, and I was on my own after school for several hours. Around 12, when I finally. See about a year earlier I started playing with myself. It made me feel so guilty and dirty but I just couldn't stop and I'd tried. Once I stopped for a week and then one night when I was having trouble sleeping I started adjusting myself and ended up rubbing myself against the pillow.The more time that passed the more I seemed to need it. Sometimes during lunch hour with no one to talk to and not liking to read I'd sneak off to one of the bathrooms and guiltily rub myself off till I came. Then. True to his pattern, the Priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was 100/1.This time the priest blessed the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag.The bookie knew he had a winner and bet every cent he had on the old nag.He watched dumbfounded as the old nag pulled up and couldn’t even finish the race.In a state of shock, he went to the track area where the Priest was standing.Confronting him, he exclaimed, “Father! What happened? All day long.