Unka doodh thik mere samne aankho ke samne tha. Fir maine mami ko saboon lagaya. Or fir hum dono nahake sath me bahar nikle. Tabhi mami ne mujhse kaha...ki “Meri koi aulat nhi hai jo kuch hai sab tu hee hai. Mai hamesha se chahati thi ki meri ek beti ho jise main par karoo. Joh mujhe pyaar kare. Kya aaj se to meri beti banega?” yeh sunkar mere hosh udd gaye maine kuch nhi bola or waha se chala gya. Maine pura din iss baare me socha or mami ki beti banne ke liye maan gya. Raat ko jab main mami ko. Clarice tried to keep her body still, fighting the urge to tense against her pillow. Her breathing was already shallow and uneven. She imagined his hands parting her legs roughly, using her; his long fingers crudely spearing her. She instinctively pressed her knees together beneath the blanket. He would hurt her, she knew, but it was a hurt she craved from him. It was a connection, a way to feed the darkness in his soul. He needed her for this. Her eyes peered into the darkness, flitting back. The conversationalist she'd met in the app had dried up in person. They'd have sat in silence if she hadn't worked to drive the conversation. At the end of the torturous evening, she'd asked him how he could have conversed so well on the phone and not in person. It was clear her criticism upset him, but she'd already ruled him out. She just wanted to know how something so full of promise had gone so wrong. He'd confessed his friend had been helping him craft replies. She'd grabbed a taxi, and. She was acting appropriately as to how Bob had instructed. She thought of him again as she slipped free of her top, feeling the air on her uncovered skin. With the door wide open, her hands began to slide over her sides and around her flat stomach. They moved towards her exposed breasts and she was slightly surprised how hard her nipples were. Her fingers passed over the top as her nipples moved, then flicked back freely upon release. Her eyes were closed but she could clearly see the image of.