The story is true but names and other particulars have been changed. Hope you enjoy this story. Write to me if you like it. Here is the actual story.I...am Bilas Chand, (bc for short. B stands for behan and c stands for chod, yani ki bc means behanchod). Maine apni Sapna didi ki chudai ke bare pehle bhag mein likha tha. Dusre din se didi ne mujhe apna pati sawikar kar liya aur hum dono duniya ke samne bhai behan lekin asal zindagi mein pati patni ki tarah rehne lage. Sapna ki kokh mein mera bacha. "We got their old truck. We done tore out their old telephone. It's a good five miles to the nearest town and old as they are it would take them at least a day to make it, even assuming they could. Couldn't we just leave them here and take the car and supplies and go?" "Don't you be talkin' so gall darned stupid Billie Joe." Bubba hisses at me. "We need more than a dang day. Besides I don't believe in leavin' loose ends around. They may not talk much to us, but you can bet they will sing real. I never went back to the office that afternoon but headed straight to my flat. I wasn't drunk, just a little tipsy.I had a sandwich of ham and pickle before going to sleep in my armchair. I woke about 6 pm which would have been about an hour before the storm arrived. I felt like I hadn't had quite enough.There was an almost full bottle of sherry leftover from Christmas in the cupboard. One glass became two, and then three, and finally four. Not only was I drunk, but my juices were flowing quite. When we break apart, he smiles his wicked smile but his eyes are soft. When his hand slides down to my belly though, the smile vanishes and his eyes darken with unconcealed pain. You bore me a son once, as Elysia. It was my proudest moment and we lived together in peace for one human lifetime. It may seem like a long time to you my young bride, but to the immortal it was but a moment. What happened? I whisper, uneasy with the way this conversation is headed, yet compelled to hear the rest. I.