“Fuck!” He yells, falling backwards into the tub, halfway catching himself on the shower curtain which rips most of the way off the bar. Searing c...ld water bombards his face and chest, running down the rest of his body, shocking his system. He lays there, eyes wide open, he has large rage-filled breaths. “What the fuck! Are you just fucking fucking with me!” Mitch screams at his ceiling. He sits in the running water for a moment longer. The curtain bar falls from the wall, smacking him on the. It was the strangest thing to see, but I couldn't stop watching. After she had stayed put on the couch for a while, she did one of her naked kitchen runs. Returning with two cans of beer, she walked straight into her bedroom. She reached for the box under her bed and got out the pink toy she had used on the day after she came back from her trip. When I had found the box, weeks ago, there had been an empty weed bag lying around; apparently, she had replaced it with a full one somewhere in. Ek rasi ghuma ghuma kar meri dono kalaiyon ko band di. Main dar gayi ki paa nahin kya karne wale hain. Phir peeche se ekne chill kar kaha.”Bandh de nangi ko khunte se, isko aaj gai banate hain” Meri kalai ko pakad ke usne zameen mein lage khunte ki taraf kaske kheencha, mujhe jhukna pada. Khunta zameen se sirf 12 inch utha hua tha. Jab wo band chukaa tha tab mein kamar se poori jhuki hui thi. Meri nangi gand oopar thi. Meri mamme jhool rahe the. Usne mere mammon ko hath se sehlate hue kaha …. She enlarged the image and then looked at it again, starting by looking into Mary’s sweet, merciful eyes. Then, Marcella involuntarily began to admire the artist for having done such a good job in creating a resemblance with Our Lady of Medjugorje, but then her indignation took over again, and her demeanour was full of hatred towards the artist. Marcella’s beautiful, blue eyes then travelled along the naughty pastel image of Mary and placed themselves upon the Virgin’s holy crotch once again,.