.. egnant? You not only took my son’s cherry, but you let him put a bun in your oven? I’ve heard of anchor babies, but damn! I suppose that I coul... report you to ICE, but if you are carrying my grandchild, I’d want it born here in this part of Long Island, not Mumbai or Delhi. I’d want him or her to have a chance to even be President, if he or she wanted. So ... you go for that, huh, son? You like Desi tail? Hindi twat. Yoni, is that what it’s called? You care for her and want to marry her .... Next the canvas was stretched over the poles, cut and sewn in place to make a twelve foot tipi. To make it comfortable it needed a liner. For that I used white canvas to tie in a liner at about five feet from the ground, then anchored the bottom at each pole.It still needed a fire pit, a bed and furniture sized for him. The Salvation Army had a nice, durable child-sized chair. I used dimensionally cut lumber from the hardware store and brass screws to make a bed frame sized for a child-sized. The nights of crying, the heartache and feeling of being lost and alone would slowly ease and be replaced with acceptance of Wayne being gone. All of the well meaning platitudes uttered by family and friends would be forgotten, and for Laura, a new routine would slowly emerge. Time really does heal all wounds, but that too is just another of those platitudes…strings of words spoken because silence didn’t seem appropriate. Walt, Wayne’s older brother came in from the west coast for the viewing. . rubbing them hard on my both cheekssssssssssssssssss..Mdam started sayingggggggggggggggggggggAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh deepakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkDo it slowlyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyI cant bear it any moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeDon’t teaseeeeeeeeeeeeee meShe started gyrating her hips wildI had to hold her tighttttttttttttttttt to get access to her butt holeShe started holding my face now and holding my hairrrrrrrrrrrr pulling deep towards herSoo that I cant move muchI can see.