"Yes, but it is rose scented shit," Lisa whispered. Officially, she was my mute, male assistant, Lees. Her voice could betray her masculine disguise.W... walked down Main Street in order to reach the next bridge where we could cross the shit canal and go to the inn that I owned. We paused to wait for a wagon before stepping into the street. I felt a tug at my belt and a boy about ten took off at a run. He had my purse.I started after the little brat but Lisa grabbed my arm and directed me down an. Me mama ki ghar chala gaya aur mama ne mera unki gaon ki college me mera admission karwadiya. Actually mera 3 mama aur 3 mami he. Yeh kahani mere chhoti mami ke aur mera bich ka he.Pehele me mami ko buri najro se nehin dekhtatha. Aur sex kya hota he mujhe malum hi nehin tha. Yeh sab meri mami ki meherbani he jo ki wo mujhe sab kuch sikha diya. Me apna padhai karne laha. Mera mama ki ghar matti ka bana hua tha jiske upar ki jhopda me bana huna tha. Matti ke diwar uppar adha tak hi hota he. Jiske. . Loneliness is a strange creature, does it create as much as it destroys – forcing one’s self to come to terms with your doubts, fears and failures. Is it possible to be reborn through it? My loneliness was shattered last weekend by a blinding brilliance called *****. In just one night she taught me that I’m something to be cherished not shunned – my soul and body are beautiful. When someone rejects your touch, refuses to caress, to lick, to nibble, to make eye contact you start to believe.. She almost questioned him on the reason as to why, but bit her tongue to stay silent.It was not because Beth thought his request was unsavoury or even objectionable, it was just unusual and this would be her very first time doing it. At forty seven years old, Beth had been around the block so to speak. There wasn’t much that perturbed her, and she had tried most things, at least once.She inhaled a deep breath, and thought to herself that now was as good as anytime. Reaching behind her, Beth.