And an older guy, and..." I grinned at her sheepishly. "I've missed you." Same here."We spent the rest of the afternoon catching some rays and just be...ng together. Mom and Dad had something cooking that night, a barbecue It was the end of the week, and we were apparently helping welcome some new residents of the town.Over the course of the evening we got barbecue sauce all over our hands and faces, just like when we were little girls, and we danced, sang songs in a large sing-a-long, and even. "I had hoped to find you at home, when I paid my visit to your London address. Obelix might not have raped you, but he would certainly have slit your throat!" He gave a mocking smile. "But allow me to introduce myself. I am Ashby de La..." Save your breath; I know who you are." D'accord. You may wonder at my forename, which is definitely non-Gallic? It was given me by my Irish mother, who also gave me an abiding hatred of all things English–except the language, which I find a treasure trove of. ‘Uh, What’s your name, darling?’ I say to her. ‘Mercy,’ she said, rubbing her grubby fingers all over the damn doll. ‘Is this yours?’ she asks. Is it mine? It’s in my goddamn apartment, right? So I say to her ‘It was my little girl’s.’ ‘Was?’ she asks. So I say – I say, ‘Yeah. My little girl died at the age of two.’ Then she gives me the ‘you would have been a good father’ number, like I haven’t heard that a thousand times. I was okay though, I didn’t freak out. I was making bacon, eggs, you. .maine dhere dhere 4-5 jhatke mare taki maa ko pata na chale……par jab maa nahi hile or kharatee lite rahi to maine apni speed ki full gaer laga diye…karib 10 minute chodne ki baad mai phir se jhadne vala tha….jaise hi mera nikalne ko hua to maine apni maa k pate mai apna maal nikal diya…..phir maine… apni 2 anguliya unki choot mai daali or hilane laga….2-3 minute mai unki choot geeli ho gaye vo jhad gaye thee….phir mai dubara unhe hilaya ki vo uthe to nahi kyoki unki vo jhad gaye the to mujhe.