Heading back to the bathroom, I grabbed glass cleaner and some paper towel, intending to make short work of the message. When I came into the bathroom...however, a new surprise greeted me. The lipstick was gone. Not a trace remained on the mirror. It had simply disappeared. Fully confused now, I decided I must have imagined it. That was the only explanation that fit. A hangover hallucination. I didn’t know if such things existed, but it sounded good to me. The rest of the day drug by as I tried. It was painted a practical light olive green for working the farm but the new chrome glistened in the afternoon sun. It was his pride and joy, he and his mother had looked at the farm’s books and figured they could afford to buy it to replace the rusty old pickup in which his father had run away.William Balfour, Peter’s father, had been missing for over a year now. A hardworking farmer who had descended into drunkenness and become a degenerate alcoholic, William was last seen driving away from. Haan to shuru karti hoon jaisa ki aap sab jante hain ki mene pehli baar apne phufa ji aur bua ji ko chudai karte hue dekha tha koi bhi ladki ya ladka jisne aisa kuch dekha ho uske mann mei aisa to hoga hi ki kash ek baar mein bhi try karoon kisi ke sath jab dekhne me itna maza aata hai to karne mei kitna maza aata hoga so ab mere mann me ekHi baat rehti ki kash mujhe bhi koi chod deta phufa ji to gaon chale jate the bua ji aur mein ek room me soote the to koi sawal hi nahi tha ki kisi ke saath. Singh's knob looked like,if he was uncut like me,how big his balls were & how much he spunked.I think I must've done that day's round in double quick time.So soon enough I was back at the shop to find a hand written note stuck to the door saying 'Back In 10 Minutes'.Now how the fuck was I gonna get my pay? Through the door window I spotted movement so I gave a knock & Mr.Singh gave a wave & then came & unlocked the door taking my arm & hurrying me inside before re-locking the door.he pointed to.