You see, we were in a house in Minnesota that had thin walls or strange acoustics or something. Anyway, almost every night I would hear my mother cryi...g out. It sounded like she was in terrible pain. Then in the morning I would see her at breakfast. Often she looked tired, but she always had the most glorious expression of happiness on her face."It was obvious to me that Dad was torturing her somehow. I even began to read the Marquis de Sade because I was sure Mom was a masochist. She had to. Kuchh der k baad maine aunty ko sidha kiya or unki chut ko suck kiya to wo jor jor se gandi gandi galiya bakne lagi, aaaahhhhhhhhhhh hhiiiiii mujhe marega kya haram jade , chhoooooooood do plz…. , mai mar joungi bahanchod……………… bas bhi karo ab or nahi saha jata faad de meri bhosdi ko bana de iska bhosda aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh hiiiiiiiiiiiiii uuummmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh.Iske baad maine bhi unhe jyada na tadpate hue unhe nal ki taraf jhukne k liye bola or unki ek taang ko pakad kar upar ki oo uthakar. We understand that this may seem unfair but we remind you that this has worked for our society for many years now and we have now the lowest crime rates in recorded history. You have been in trouble at school and/or trouble with the cops since you were a kid and while minor crimes and disruptions are not seen as serious but have not left you even at age eighteen. We thank you for your patience and we hope to see a better you at the end of this."That was the letter that you got from your high. ” Mia was speechless. “So you will be in my room in....let's say 20 minutes,” he said. Was that a request or a command? His voice, laced with an Hispanic accent, was as steady and intense as the rain. It was impossible for Mia to read the man beyond the words he spoke to her, and those were so stark in blunt, she couldn't believe what she thought he was suggesting. She swallowed then said, “To do what?” She hoped he was kidding, and decided to play along. Shadows appeared on the man's dark face.