Mine seemed to defeat the purpose. His seemed unlikely. Perhaps I could cough on him and give him mono.There had to be a strategy I wasn't thinking of... We were playing a game, he and I.No.We were playing multiple games. I was thinking in one arena. But to win this, I needed to think in all arenas at once. I needed to beat him at my game, at his game, and at any game he could think of next.He let me beat him at chess. Let's see if he lets me beat him at war.I was still contemplating my options. When I turned to him, he appeared to have appreciated my efforts to sway a little while I was at the sink and the bending that I did to put the dishes away. However, he said in a flat tone, ?if you come back tomorrow, I will know that you are serious about being a good little girl and maybe even a good little slave. There will be a test if you decide to come back and even the ledger, so to speak, with the difficulty and disappointment that your mother caused.? With that, he politely ushered. "Who are you going out with tonight? Dashawn? Greg? Johnny?" I was glad I had trained dad to ask that question with concern rather than scorn. I wasn't a one man woman and I wasn't stupid. He trusted me enough to make my decisions and so I trusted him enough to listen when he told me one of my boyfriends was garbage. We had a great system. Mom disagreed."Gwen and Melody," I answered and noted that he was happier with my choices than he would have been with a boy, "They're on their way now and I. Jyada na bolte hue mai sidha story par aata hun. Ye pichle mahine ki baat hai jab meri behen k liye mera najariya hi badal gaya . Meri behen 25 saal ki mast maal hai uski chuchi 34d aur gand 36 hai mujhe baad mein pata chala. Mai apne kamre mei leta hua tha tabhi meri behen shreya mere kamre mei jhaadu lagane ko aai , tab tak mere mann mein aisa koi galat irada nai tha . Jb woh jhaadu lagana shuru ki toh uske gore gore chuche dekh mera lund oofan marne laga mann toh kar raha tha jakar muh mein.