Wooden steps lead up to our cottage in the trees. It really is built into a huge tree, with a wrap-around deck, and floor-to-ceiling windows. I can't ...ait to wake Kira and show her.After I turn off the car, I reach over and gently touch her shoulder, "Kira, wake up honey. We are here."She stirs, rubbing her eyes, trying to orient herself. She has slept very soundly on our trip. Her mouth drops open as she sees our treehouse. "A treehouse? Is this where we are staying?" she asks excitement in. I completed all the necessary paperwork for thirty days of emergency family leave and caught a flight that 26 hours later found me renting a car at my hometown airport and heading for home.It was Friday night at 6:30 when I stopped the car half a block from my house, the mid November sun had already set and the streetlights were casting an ominous glow on the surrounding neighborhood. I could see that lights were on in my living room, kitchen and in the upstairs master suite. I could actually. It is also and essentially a matter of humiliation in the presence of her superiors. It is necessary that the young woman being so punished accept beyond question that her own misconduct has inevitably subjected her to the eye of authority as well as to that authority's administration of a painful punishment. The latter, of course, lies in the nature of the cane. The former, however, requires that the miscreant find herself subjected not just to the eye of authority but also to its gaze. When. Tab uncle ne pooncha kya pyar karn haram hain..for which mom replied”mein haadi shudda hoon..uncle told tum ek vidva bhi hon..aur tum mujhse pyaar karti hon..den he askd mom wheathr she loved him..she nodded her head..phir uncle ne ammi ka doopatta nikal kar khidki ki aur phekha..mom waha chupchap khadi rahi..den sir kissed mom again..then he started pressing her boobs..i saw tears coming out ofmoms eyes..he liked my moms tears and told “agar tum he mera pyaar manjur nahin hain to koi baat.