I lay down between Mom and Dad. Dad was only wearing his shorts. I turned to him and wrapped my hand around his chest. My boobs pressed against his ba...k and my erect nipples woke him up. He grabbed my hand on his chest and pulled me closer to him. “You are very late,” Dad said and he sounded sleepy. “I know,” I replied. “How many times I have told you not to stay out late at night,” I heard Mom, and I felt her hand wrapped around my breast. “I’m sorry, Mom,” I said and felt Mom’s breast. Vo uchalne lagi. Uske mu se aaahhhh aahhhhh aaahhhh sshhhhhh rahul meri chut abhi tk kisi ne nahi chusi. Aaaaahh kha jao ese aaahhhhh or mere sir ko uski chut pe dabane lagi.Vo do bar zad chuki thi. Usne mera lund ko pant se bahar nikala or vo dang reh gai. Vo bolo rahul tumhara to bohot bada hai. Mene use chusne ko bola, pehle usne mana kiya lekin bad mai chusne lagi. Aaaahahahah kya mst lg raha tha. Mai uske mu pe mera lund marne laga.Wo boli pls rahul aab mujhe or mt tadpao chodo mujhe.Merra. Cocaine and heroin are pretty easy to obtain on the street here in Chicago.”“Pretty easy?” I asked.“Take your nice new BMW to Cabrini Green, cruise around for a bit looking for a guy standing in a doorway. Stop, wait, and he’ll be happy to take your order.”“How the heck do you know THAT?” I asked.“We talk to cops and paramedics all the time,” Jessica said. “I asked them about it. How’s Stephanie?”“Upset and tired. Jorge is taking care of her. He’s a good guy.”“She’s a lot like you in many. He said, in part: >, I want to see others share their talents. Don’t beg off by saying >, that your spelling or grammar are not good. That’s what editors do >, for you. >, Give it a try. Find an idea that you can be passionate about and >, work from there. Develop the story in your mind and then write >, about it. Give it a try. >, You have been touched by other stories. Now go out and touch >, others. So, I thought about it. I dismissed the idea, of course, as I hadn’t tried.