I could see the smallest drop of dew upon the leaf of a plant, a tiny ant as it scurried to its home, and high in the night sky I saw small sparrows a... they dashed against the dark canvas, only silhouetted so high in their heaven. For a moment I longed to be that sparrow drifting so agilely on the breeze, but that dream was dashed by wicked sunlight. I had yet to open my eyes, but the light was burning, simmering, just beneath my eyelids and so I turned onto my side, unyielding to the demands. Maine pucha mam aap saree pheli bar pahen rahi he kya?.Tho mam ne bola haa thoda change ke liye pahen rahi hu.Dress pahen ke bore ho gayi hu.Tho maine mam ko kaha apna blouse aur petticoat nikhalo,tho mam ne bola me tumare samne kaise nikhalu,tum mere pati thodi ho.Tho maine kaha mam isme koi badi baat nahi he.Me aapko sikha raha hu kaise phente he,aur bahut ladkiya tho ek baar bolne se apne saare kapade utar dete he kyun ki me une naya treek bata tha hu saree phene ke,ye bolne se usne apne. I walked in the front door and “Jean” was sitting on the couch….actually leaning would be more correct because she was sipping what had to have been one of numerous drinks. Her favorite was a vodka gimlet but when she couldn’t find a bartender that could make one she settled on tequila shots. Tonight it appeared to have been both. I went to the fridge, opened the freezer and checked the bottle of vodka…….it had been ¾ full earlier that afternoon, now there was only a few ounces left. I grabbed. He and his driver, Bert, had partied far too long and too hard last night. They had met up the Mendez twins at the Silver Slipper Lounge last night and began sharing shooters with them. The twins drank them under the table. At least that is what he thought had happened. Things had gotten rather blurry after the second hour of melon ball shooters. He did remember how pissed he was when the twins had waved goodbye as they walked without so much as a kiss goodnight — much less a roll in the hay or.