She looked through the pictures faster and faster finding more of her asleep in her pajamas, and some promo pictures she shot for her shows on Nickelo...eon. "Why were pictures of her in this box?" She thought to herself. But she already knew the answer."Your just like your mom. A nosy slut." As her father spoke, Miranda turned in horror and tried to run past him. To run anywhere, she had to get away from this. He grabbed her and threw her on the bed pinning his forearm against the white flesh of. After I had warmed up enough, and my boots had dried out, I took stock of my situation. It looked like most of my supplies had stayed attached to the sled. This was due to the fact that I had taken the time to secure them properly. However, during the fall, I had lost my ski poles and it appeared that the tent was also missing. I was thankful that I had brought along a spare set of collapsible poles, just for such an emergency. The tent was another problem, however. We would need some shelter. Why?”“Like… You know how rare that vinyl is, right? Holy shit, Tiffany. Even I know you could have pawned that thing to pay for that new Gucci bag you’ve been salivating over.”A pause. Grinding of teeth.“Whatever, Jess. Totally worth the look on his face. I don’t even care about the… other thing. That rat bastard traded up for a younger model. Jesus. She even looks like me. What was I s’posed to do? It makes my skin crawl knowing they fucked in MY goddamn bed! You know how hard those sheets are. I have been reading erotica for a long time and as such have been bitterly disappointed by the quality of erotica based in India and/or Indians on various sites. Through this story I’m making an attempt to fill this gap. ******************************** India, in the 21st century, is a country at war with itself- a battle fought not so much with guns and violence as with ideas. A closed, highly regulated economy till the early ’90s, the rapid liberalization and globalization that followed, has.