The woman on the armchair was particularly beautiful though older than the other three. “I wanted you here,” the woman said, “to celebrate a goo... year. You three are my best girls and one of you will inherit Black Rose when I retire,” “Retire?” one of the others said, an Asian beauty not past her twenties “you can’t be thinking of that yet can you? You are so young,” it was true, the woman was still young in those terms, late thirties at the most and beautiful with maturity, she laughed away. And then she switched the conversation to storytime sessions at the local bookstore.We talked about that kind of stuff for a few more minutes, and then she said she had to go. But before she did she paused, and I looked up at her, and she hesitated, and then she finally said:"Maybe we could have a play date sometime-- our kids, I mean..."I called up my former office manager, now a mom herself. We stayed in contact regularly because she got me weed. "Brenda, I need a kid." Well, first you got to. Mummy ne. Phir unke chot ladk harsh ka pucha to boli uska school hai 12 baje ka to chod ne jau gi. Phir mummy ne puch uska bad ka kya plan hai to chayan auntie boli kuch nai. Mummy boli to. Phir mere ghar pe ana baat chit kare ge. Chayan auntie boli thik hai aur bye bole k chali gai.Phir mummy ne ja k papa ko bata ya ki chayan auntie ko boliya hai dopar me to papakush hogae aur mummy k haath ko jor se dab ya. Phir me aur bhai clg k liye nikal gai us din me ghar ki extra keys ko leke clg gya. "Great. I'll be late. Eh... who cares.", he thought to himself. The longer he lived his usual life, the less he seemed to care. At first he was concerned at the loss of emotions, but the more time passed, the more accepting he was of it. Or rather... unbothered?The door to his room was open, and his sister passed it."Hurry up bro, you'll be late if you don't get going!", Sara said to him. She was a pretty girl, had a nice body and impressive C-Cups, that kind of felt unfitting on her small and.