An uninsured year in a hospital would have eaten all of my funds and left me in debt until I died.I couldn't drive, I couldn't walk without a pair of ...rutches, I couldn't afford a 24x7 minder, driver or live-in for the rest of my life. I had no damned idea what to do with myself. All I knew was staying where I was would bury me fast. I reduced the huge piles of crap (stuff I'd previously decided that I couldn't live without) down to a couple of duffle bags' worth, a long rolling steamer trunk. Then she went to Her sister who was blessed with a baby girl to assist her in raising her baby In Part 8 you ReadAnita had told Zeenat that could I guess that this ashram visit would actually be a shameful remembrance for me lifelong. The way I was exploited in the name of "diksha", in the name of "treatment", and in the name of "jagya" makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so many years. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my desire to get a child was so. I looked up at Janet’s window. Sure enough there were no curtains. So I went up to my bedroom. I had no window facing her house but I did have one looking out into my backyard. I opened it up and stuck my head out. I couldn’t see out far enough so I climbed out of my window and looked. Janet was lying comfortably in a bathtub. With her bright lights on I was pretty sure that she couldn’t see me standing there in the darkness. I leaned against my siding, I knelt down, and finally I got a chair. We came back and I told her Alisa we don’t have any other option.Till now, they had already unbuttoned her jeans and were busy with her vagina. I tried to convince her then the third guy came in between us and told her ‘dekh ab bahut ho gyi teri nautanki, ab chup rah saali raand’.I went near the rock and sat there. All of them were busy with Alisa, they quickly removed the jeans and her panty. She was nude in front of all of us. It was already 7 p.M. I went near her and told her ‘baby let’s.