On first day night everybody sleeping, iam studying for my semester exam on terror. After finish my reading and iam plan to go to sleep. At that time ... am looking for space, there was free space next to my aunt only.she was very deep sleep, at that time iam noticed that she was forgotten to close her left boom after feed her child. Then i got tempted.Then i going to sleep next to her. Now she was sleeping facing me to her big back tit. First i slowly touch her body with one finger. She was not. Except for one particular night, that is – a night that stands all alone in my memory. After all, it was the night that Mom was shot. She certainly was not hurt, but if she reads this story and figures out which of her son’s shot her, that son might not be getting much in the way of Christmas presents this year. Confused? You should be. Let me start at the beginning. The year was 1972. We were living in a small town in western Pennsylvania. There were three of us: Roger was 15 and Rory was 10.. . no fun fishing alone!" he mumbled in reply. "Besides they're all full of mercury anyway... can't eat 'em!"John was aware of the public broadcasts stating that most fish were safe to eat, but that some of the larger ones weren't. That just made him not trust any of them. If the big ones weren't safe, why should he take chances on eating the little ones?"What's the world coming to?" Carrie said. They were sitting in the big livingroom, and Carrie looked out the window over the rolling hills. On her way home she had passed by a lounge that had a huge lighted sign out front that said, "Live music Thursday through Saturday." She decided to stop and have a drink and listen to the music. The place was busy and all she could find was a seat at the bar. She sat down, ordered a Screwdriver and turned to watch the band. They were pretty good and she sat there tapping her feet to the music.The man sitting to her right said, "Haven't seen you in here before." First time for me." Any special.