She was in her late twenties, married, and the store gossip.We started going out on Friday night after work for a few drinks. She was fun to hang out ...ith, especially since I knew so few people. We talked about work. Airel always let me know the latest scuttlebutt at work and who was fucking who.As the drinks flowed, it was always the same question from her. She would ask, "Anna, when will you find a guy to date you?"I would smile and just shrug my shoulders.…………………………………………………The days, weeks,. 5″ But at my 14th age that is a rod… As the time passes I became pregnant when I was 15… And I gave birth to a cute boy when I’m 16. His name is raghu. I don’t know that he is my savior. This is true story..After some years when I’m 21 I came to know about sex.. That time my husband died in heart attack.My whole life was darkened.. I don’t know what to do.. My dad came to rescue. He took me to his home and stayed there.. I joined my son in a good school in Hyderabad. He grew good. That time my. Their parents are always telling them, "Don't cry Peter, big boys don't cry. Big boys don't let little things like a cut knee make them cry. Now dry your tears or everybody will think that you're a sissy." Little girls, on the other hand, are hugged and comforted. They are told, "That's OK honey, it's not a bad cut. Here, I'll kiss it and make it better. There now, doesn't that feel better." Never a word about hiding their feelings. So I must feel like crying because of Kara's subconscious. C’mon, Justin, you can do this. Christ, what was wrong with me? Was I sick? Concentrate. Mom. Not… not a birthday. It was…A low moan, and definitely in a female voice, came from my immediate left.I froze. Oh, shit. Shit shit shit. What the hell was going on? What had I gotten myself into?Moving my head as little as possible, I turned – slowly, so slowly, gotta be quiet, gotta find out what’s going on – towards the sound.I was in a big bed. A big bed that wasn’t mine. And there was someone else.