All of which brings us back to Christmas Eve 2009. “I’ve had a fantasy,” she giggled, hunched-up against the pillows that night – presumably ...aving stacked up all my presents under the tree – I hadn’t checked yet. “Yeah?” I replied, “You want to see me wash-up, dressed like Lady Gaga?” “Interesting thought,” she said, “But no, I, er…..I want you to tie me up! I looked at her for a moment. She didn’t appear to be under the influence of any illegal substance. This was a new route entirely. Kya talle the mere aunty ke! Jab mai subah utha to mere mom ne muze kaha ki Anita aunty ne tuze unke ghar bulaya hai to mai yah sunkar man me bahot khush ho gaya,aur nahakar aunty ke ghar chala gaya,jab mai ghar gaya to aunty ke ghar ka dar khulla tha,to mai sidha ander chala gaya,ander gaya to samza ki ghar me aunty akeli hai aur naha rahi hai,to mai dar lagake bathroom ke pas gaya,bathroom ka door band tha par par usko ek chhota sa hole tha,to maine us hole se aunty ke hole tak nishana. !!!Shar:: wait let me say to your parents…!!Me:: no aunty :'( pls…!!! I beg you ..!! I will do watever you want…!! But pls don’t say to my parents…!!Shar: you will do wat ever I ask u?Me: yeah sure aunty..!! Anything I will do …!!Shar:: do you have any girlfriends?Me: no aunty :(Shar:: thats y your asking me about these doubts??Me:: I didn’t see the aunty..!! And said just to her hmm…!!Shar:: you never tasted breast milk?Me:: I was shocked those words frm her…!! I said no aunty..!!Shar:: you. "You are nothing. You will never be anything but a fuck hole." He pushed and pulled me down onto the table spilling food and wine. He used me like a rag wiping me across the table and I screamed when the candle fell over onto my stomach, the wax splashing up across my chest and the flame burning a red welt onto me before stuttering out. Laying on my back on the table I looked up at him with tears welling in my eyes and the blood drained from my face when I saw the wild, burning look in his.