Ok lets come to the story , this story is about my chachi which is wife of my dad,s younger brother , she is nearly fifty now but when this story happ...nd that time she was 42 , lets stsrt from there , chachi ki umar us waqat 42 years thee and her older daughter was 20 that time , my chachi is a normal housewife with great figures specialy her gand , she got a wonderfull gand , her gand is so much visable even behind her shalwar qameez , when she walks her gand move so good that every men would. Look how she listened and tried to be his friend. Look how big a fool he’d been to blame her and insult her, ten long years after the fact. It had all been him, not her. He thought about calling her, but decided he’d been enough of a pain in the ass over the years. Best to leave her alone. He stood up. He felt taller. Then he realized, He was. There was no weight on him now, had not been for days. It was over. —- A few days later, as he was walking back to class after his break, he abruptly. My voice trembled, and I rushed on. “I have breast cancer, Jerry! I’m so scared!”I burst into tears and put my arms out for him to hold me. But he stopped and did not approach me. I took a few steps toward him, and he backpedaled away from me.“Hold me, Jerry,” I said, too distressed to be subtle.“No, no,” he muttered. “Stay back, babe.”I wiped my eyes, and slowly recognized that he was even more frightened than I was.“Okay,” I said. “You just have your dinner, sweets. I’m very tired, I’m going. Then she led me by the hand into my office and sat me down on my chair – it felt familiar even though it was on the wrong side of the desk. "Now put your hands on the arm rests." she instructed. Although I was not sure what this was for I again complied. With a flurry of movement what I later realised where Velcro bands were strapped around my wrists. Instinctively I struggled to get free, but as I didn't want to embarrass Debbie by spoiling her surprise I didn't go as far as breaking whatever.