I exhale as though I have been holding my breath for ten years, leaning into your embrace. We're so close I can smell your skin. I nuzzle your neck.�...You shouldn't do those things.” I reprimand. Another pause.“Babe, you do bad things too. This would never have started if you hadn't stripped naked at the pub.” I'm listening. One impertinent finger lifts my chin so we have eye contact. “In future, don't ever shout at me. I hate shouting.”“You wouldn't listen/”And you silence me with a kiss. A. She started jerking her younger son."You boys need to be milked every day. Every morning, every afternoon, every night. The day I forget, you fight."Andy stayed silent. Amanda looked at him and knew he wouldn't respond. She kept jerking him. "Come on baby! Give mommy your pain." she encouraged her son. The boy just kept staring at the ceiling as his mother jerked him off.After a few minutes Amanda knew what she had to do. She swung her legs up on the bed and then carefully stood up. Andy looked. Are you two OK with whatever is coming?”“We’re going to be OK,” I said. “I have the entire story from a lot of different places so I’m doing all right. The more I learn about the truth the less uncomfortable I am with what’s coming. I’ll find a way to fill you in completely.”“We have a landline,” Mickey said.“Yeah, but ... I’m in Nashville now and Liz doesn’t have one here,” I said. “If I can find one somewhere I’ll give you a call. Otherwise it might be Sunday night when we get to. Hamare ghar mein do kamre and ek kitchen hai. Mere mom and dad ek room mein sote hai. Mein (22 yrs), mera bhai rahul (20 years) and Didi shveta (24 yrs ) ek kamre mein sote hai. Is se pehle hum joint family mein rehte the so sab ladkiyan ek kamre mein and sab ladke doosre mein sote the. Hamare kamre mein do bistar lage the ek per mein and didi sote the and doosre per rahul sota tha. Ek raat jab mein bathroom jaane ko uthi to mere bhai ka haath mueri thigs se takraya. Mujhe laga ki uska haath.