Wearing 6 inch high heels that she was able to handle like flip flops, she eyed the demon.Wear a catholic school girls uniform, whose skirt was too sh...rt and blouse to tight revealing her large red cleavage.Her skin, was pure red, smooth, soft. Her hair a soot black that seemed to drown the light of the room. Two horns on her head jutting upward two inches. She smiled mischiviously at the demon with large black wings."Your move hansome." she said deviously, all the seeming of hells inerno. I noticed that there was a note next to the notes.- "My putareca, if you behave well, you have more. Don't tell your mother kisses".After a month, I already had a Smartphone, and only wore branded clothes. The neighbors started spitting on me. After all, I had stopped working, and I started to look different. When I passed them on the street, I sent them to hell and moved on. At this point, my stepfather already you I had been responsible for the loss of my virginity and had sex with me. Mai ata ho. And mai washroom chala gaya. Usne laptop on kia and video chalnay lagi. Mujhe uske reaction ka nhi pta chala but jub mai bahar aya tou woh nhi thi. Maine usay awaz deke bulaya tou woh aye aur boli ke apki video khuli thi isliye I left. Maine acting ki ke konsi video tou boli ke ap bhe aisi videos dekhtay ho. Bus yehi waqt ka intizar tha. Aur maine phir usay bithaya aur pocha ke kia tum bhe dekhti ho? Usne kaha ha boht dekhi hai and hum sub dostein kabhi ik sath bhe dekhti hai.Maine. It was where I had determined to spend my off hours ruminating over the disaster of my home life, my marriage.What I kept coming back to, remembering those final minutes of my marriage, was the dichotomy of the two streams of thought that my wife had presented me with. On the one hand, she had earnestly contended that she would be thrilled if I would stay with her, and accept her dalliances as little more than play. But, on the other hand, that if I could not see my way clear to accept her.