The first stroke was a very loud, crisp, “Smack!” Slave wanda just grunted. The Mistress was very methodical and paced. There was a very regular p...ttern of “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt.That continued for perhaps fifteen or sixteen strokes when slave wanda began groaning softly with each stroke. After a few more strokes, her groans were yelps. A few more strokes and the yelps became short screams. At stroke. Hum dono samooch me kho gaye. Hmari smooch rinku ki awaj sunke tuti.Mene rinku ki tarf dekha to wo kampti awaj me aaahhhh aaaahhh . Kar rha tha or uski gand se aslam ka maal nikal raha tha. Ye mooment dekh kar to m hairan hi reh gai .Fir kuch der baat dono relex hue . Or aslam ne bhai ko lambi c samooch karke use goad se utar kar side me bidha diya . Mene dekha ki uska lund murjhaya hua tha per murjhaya hua lund bhi kafi bada lag rha tha or mota bhi .Kale ne bola. Bhai kafi late ho gaye hai ab. I’ll call you tonight?”“Def.”“Talk to you then. Bye!”I hung up. After collecting my thoughts, I poked my head out the door to let my mom know the line was free. Then I fell down on my bed. It seemed like every time I spoke with Heather, my mind would end up in a whirl.After dinner, I was waiting in my room for Heather’s call, listening to our album on low volume. Lara dropped in for a visit.“Did you start the Social Studies reading?” she asked.“Haven’t even looked at it yet.”It was true. Life. .. MICHAELIt might seem crazywhat I’m about to saySunshine she’s here,you can take awayI’m a hot air balloon,I could go to spaceWith the air, likeI don’t care babyby the wayBecause I’m happyEVERYBODYClap along if youfeel like a roomwithout a roofBecause I’m happyClap along if youfeel like happinessis the truthBecause I’m happyClap along if youknow what happinessis to youBecause I’m happyClap along if youfeel like that’swhat you wanna doMICHAELHere come bad newstalking this and thatYeah, give me.