She was short, petite, and had fiery red hair. She looked younger then her eighteen years but that didn’t matter. She dried off and was dressed and ...lacing her pillows back on her bed when the lights from her parent’s car flooded her window. She was relieved that they were home, she couldn’t stand to be alone. She grabbed the book she was reading for her novel study, and sat on the living room couch. ‘…She’s such a slut. I can’t believe she would do that to her parents. It’s tragic, really.’. No, that’s not right. He was the perfect husband for her. It’s Becky’s fault. That whore had to follow Vincent’s advice and marry his hopeless brother. How the hell did they figure that this would never come out? John has been totally clueless all those years, but he is definitely not dumb.Ah, there it is. Wow. A lot of cars. Even several guys from the management. Even Björn is here? What’s up with all the big guns attending my anniversary? Or did they combine several anniversaries into one. Bottol aur kuch dry fruits the aur usane mere se bola hum log thoda sa drink kar le phir ap meri seva me lag jaiyega aur usne do small pack banaya aur hum log aram se movie dekhate huye drink karne lage dosto hum dono chup chap aram se movie dekh rahe the aur wine pi rahe the ye sab tab tak chalata rah jab tak movie nahi khatam hui aur hum dono bhi kaphi garam ho chuke the aur mera cock ek dum se tight ho raha tha lekin wo kuch bol nahi rahi thi drink katam hone ke bad maine bola madam ab mere. I pulled my fingers from his mouth and sucked on them myself.“We need to go,” I said, clutching his elbow in my hand and ushering him out of the bar in front of me. I never even checked to see whether he had any friends he may have liked to have said goodbye to, I guessed there was no wife or girlfriend present, not tonight anyway. I pushed and manhandled him through the bar with some urgency, said a quick goodbye to my friends on the way out, grabbed my jacket and handbag from the chair before.