”Tab wah meri gaand maarne ko taiyyar ho gaya. Maine usse kaha, “Koi cream le lo gaand bina cream ke nshi marwati.”Tab wah apni bahan se bola, �...�Urmila apni koi cold cream de.”Wah jaldi se cream layi aur apne bhai ko deti boli, “Lo bhaiyya maaro iski gaand haye main bhi iske bhai se marwati hoon.”Maine apni gaand ka chhed kholte kaha, ”Rajesh mere raja lo is chhed ko chaatkar maaro.”Wah jeebh ko meri gaand par laga chaatne laga. Baar chaatne ke baad bola, “Priyanka rani teri gaand ki mahak badi. He hit her hard and she fell to the ground with a thud and didn’t make another sound. I cried and he pressed me further into the arm of the couch, doubling me over and pressing my face into the cushion. 

The cold lip of the bottle pressed against my butt cheeks and I cried harder. The force of the bottle pushed further and further inside of me and I heard the wine gulp as it began to empty out inside of me. He was wasted. He’d never done anything like this before and I felt shame wash over me. It was going to be an interesting couple of weeks.By the time Darlene got us back on Washington-18, Robbie and I had our heads together, talking softly. Mostly we talked about baseball. We'd both played varsity, Robbie at second and me at short, and while we talked and played together, we hadn't really talked. Now we had a chance to relive the season and enjoy each other's exploits.We'd won the league championship, but got knocked out in the first round of the state playoffs. Robbie, Ricky. In the hallway, light came from under two doorways, one at the back – likely the bedroom – and one ahead and to the front of him. From inside, Bob could hear the sounds of a man taking a long piss. Probably a big night of drinking before he’d picked them up at the restaurant. The toilet flushed, and then the sounds of water running and someone lightly humming could be heard. It took a bit longer than hand-washing ought to take, and just as Bob was about to resign himself to waiting through.