She sat up in bed and bent her knees, resting her feet on the mattress and her back against the headboard, closing her eyes a moment as the tears well...d up. Maybe her family had been right…she couldn’t take care of herself in the big, bad city. No…she could do it. She HAD to. Steeling her nerves, she stretched out once more in bed, the covers pulled up to her neck, with her back to the corner where the transfer unit was. It wasn’t so much the popping sound that announced his presence, as much. Rahul laeta maze mein apni aakhe band kar liya. Subah se woh jiss cheez ke peeche tha woh ab jakar use mil raha tha. Use itne maze mein dekh Kavita aur achche se apne bhule hue hunar wapas lagane lagi.Woh maze mein Rahul ke mote lund ko apne muh mein jeeb ke sath khelti hui andar bahar lene lagi. Agle 5-minute Kavita ayse hi Rahul ko maza deti hui uske lund ko choosti. Muh mein chudhwaati hui use apne liye taiyaar ki aur fir muh se use nikal Rahul ko dekhne lagi.Rahul apne aankh khol neeche ki. ” Mom’s brain went to another place in time. She was all caught up in thought as we arrived. Grandma comes running out of her house, as soon as I am out of the car, WHAM! She slams her body against me and holds me tight. She holds me so tight my ribs hurt. I feel her lips on my cheek and before I know it, she pecks me on the lips. “I’ve missed you two so much. How was the drive? Did you two get anything to eat? Are you hungry? Come on inside, I’ll make you lunch.” Grandma grabs hold of Mom. ”I didn’t ask why, I never asked why. Not my fuckin’ problem.In my tent, she was a storm of heat and need, tasting of whiskey and weed.When I finally decided to leave Sturgis, she was there, bag and bottle in hand. “Got room for a couple bottles of whiskey and a shitload of Acapulco Gold?”That was the start. She was all about fucking, whiskey and weed. She warned me up front; we’d have a month, maybe two at most before she moved on. She never stayed with a man longer than that. Gypsy Jane.