There were a similar number of voice mails along a similar theme.‘You’d better call me, bitch. I own you, do you want your darling brother to see ...ictures of what a slut you are?’ Or words to that effect. The way he talked and texted, the punctuation was non-existent. I followed his instructions.“Laura, it’s about f…”I cut him off, “Hello, bitch!”“Fuck off.”“What? You asked to be called bitch, bitch.”“Put my s…”“Okay, I’ll make this simple, you will have everything ready as agreed or Laura will. Mein apna saara samaan lekar apne roo chali gayi jo ki A103 tha wahan mujhe Kriti mili, humne thodi bahut batein share kari aur fir mein apna samaan jamane la gyi. Hostel mein kuch aisa tha ki ek floor par 2 bathroom the jo ki sbke liye common the. Mein apna samaan jama kar kafi thak gayi thi toh fir mein thodi der k liye so gayi, Mujhe ek dum se kisi ki jagane ki aawaz aayi wo Kriti thi aur wo mujhe utha rahi thi. Mein uth agyi aur mene usse pucha ki kya hua ?Kriti: Sorry yr disturb krne k. "Words can't hurt anyone," I said. She agreed,and said "Regulation of speech we don't need."She said, "Only a wimp would expect the Stateto act as their nanny and forbid us to hate." Opinion's protected, even if it's not 'nice'",she said as she swirled her Drambuie on ice.She railed against censorship, free speech was her passion(Laying her trap in a sinister fashion...).She'd had her hair processed, her features were fine;As I lit her cheroot her hand lingered on mine.Why can't they all be as. It sounds like she's going to be gone for several hours, which will be perfect! I try to control the grin on my face and it is even harder when she turns to me and says, "Alright girl take care of your father for me."I almost laugh out loud and then I do. "Come on Mom it's not like you're going out of the country!" I accept her hug and then turn to go inside the house. Dad stays outside with her until she leaves. I quickly run to my room and start to undress. My heart is pounding hard in my.