I also thank iss for giving me this opportunity without them I would not have been able to do it.some asked if it is real?These r real incidents I may...not remember entire events correctly but the story is real. It is up to you to believe it or not. Now coming to what happened nextI took my mami and lifted her in arms thrown her on the bed.made her naked.what a boobs those would make any one to just forget entire world n make them slaves to suck those boobs.I undressed my self.I took her boobs n. It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing. The other day Cassie kept on with the pro- fanity after I asked her not to. I think she was pushing me to see what her limits were, and she kept on after I warned her that I’d wash her mouth out with soap if she kept it up. Perhaps Cassie thought it was just a figure of speech. Anyway, I told her “That’s it! You are getting a much overdue mouth soaping!” I took Cassie by the hand and led her to the kitchen. Then I got a medium sized plastic bowl out and re- trieved a. They are older." If you think.... nice for you. So, take a good look at the empty room, give me my book, and let me get the fuck outta here." What? Why? We just arrived.... and there's no one here." Yes, and that won't change 'til the end of the 6th hour. They always do the 5th and 6th hour in one piece without a break to get out earlier, as you might know." Indeed? You say...? So we have this room for us alone now..."With that, she finally completely opened the door, waved me in and closed it.