“What happened? Are you tired?” she asked.No no”, I hesitatingly defended my machismo.“I am not satisfied yet. If you want to stay here, don�...t you ever say no to me, you understand??”“Yes, yes aunt..”She smiled and a pat on my thigh and rolled to the end of the bed and went to the washroom.She got fresh, combed her hair, wore a fresh pair of blue lingerie and came to me. She kissed me on my cheeks and lovingly rubbed her hand in my hairs.“Aunt, please free my hands now. I am exhausted”.She. On the other side of her another man sat down and tried chatting her up as well. Becoming possessive of his territory the first man laid a wide palm onto Janes thigh and ran it an inch or so up her leg. Jane was relishing this attention and made a mental note to try this again sometime. She thought of the wide palm and wondered if it was true that it was a reflection of the width of other parts of a persons body. With the supply of wine being seen to she began to feel just a little tiddly and. Usme neend ki goli mila rahe the to maine dekh li. Papa ne drink diya to maine pee liya. Maine thodi der mein behosh hone ka natak kiya. Papa fir mujhe bedroom mein le gaye.Main – Oh, my god! Fir kya kiya?Nisha – Mujhe puri nangi kar diya aur khud bhi nange ho gaye. Fir meri chut chatne lge. Mujhe gudgudi hui par main boli nahi. Fir mujhe bhi achha feel hone laga. Meri chut mein pani asne laga. Fir papa ne meri chut mein lund dala tab tak mujhe neend aa gayi. Mujhe dard ho raha tha par kuch. When Mum said they were comprehensive she wasn't kidding, every thoughtand experience was captured on the pages, each day was a double page withsmall pictures of the people she was talking about, her feeling towardsthem and how they interacted, it was beyond compulsive it was obsessivediary keeping.But it made fascinating reading and I realised that if I could take justsome of this in it would make the transition so much easier.I read the diary for two hours, then I practiced my new signature.