She stared with intense concentration at her hand. "Oh honey, is something wrong? Is your hand hurt?" he asked.She rolled her head over far enough to ...ook at him. "Nothing is wrong. I just now realized how much I have to be thankful for and how easy it would be to lose it all. If I had died I would have lost you."He began to cry. "Oh Amanda, I..." he could go no further."Oh Christ, don't cry. I hate it when you cry. It's unfair for you to cry. Stop it, I say," she begged in a pleading tone of. . I don’t know how Varun heard my mind voice soon he grabbed my hand.. though his hand was chill I could get some heat .. I responded him holding him tight. With this positive sign.. he started making next move. We came closer and started kissing… Probably the best kiss of my life he was so passionate in sucking my lower lips.. I was in heaven .. his left hand is holding my head .. and right hand started searching way to enter into my salwar.. I placed his right hand on my right boobs.. he. .. need ... to... there... !" I'm trying not to breathe! I'm holding myself in. Tell me when I can let it go."Veronica couldn't read the numbers. She had to pinch the tape with her thumb and finger and hold it as Karen subsided with a gasp and a giggle. "You didn't tell me I could breathe again, sorry! I was nearly turning blue." Sorry!" Veronica dared to take a peek at the tape, still held tightly in her fingers. "Jeez-us!" She reddened, hoping she hadn't said that out loud. "It's forty-six. But no, it wasn't the outfit that enhanced my pain, nor was it her verbal assaults, nor even her imposing me to exile. The most horrible torture that she could inflict upon me was what she would do just before physical therapy each day.You see, every day exactly two and one half hours before she would come to help me with my therapy, she would walk slowly through the den, and go through the glass doors that led to our enclosed patio. Then she would stand near one of the chase lounges there, sit.