Other than that he was a caring man and a great husband. I had never once regretted marrying.I don’t want but from that day I was found myself alway... thinking about Prem and It was when I was in my bed at night; there wasn’t a night when I didn’t think about him. How I stepped into this New World. I was typical conservative Indian housewife with our set of values. I spent a lot of time thinking about him while he probably had no idea that I wanted him so badly. I love him. I had always loved. I didn't bother closing the door. I just placed the gun against the wall I hadn't puked against, stepped around the mess on the floor and returned to my room. Three minutes later I was dressed and backing my car down the driveway. I had to get away before I did something really stupid. I drove until dawn and then pulled over on an old log road. I slept fitfully for a couple hours, awoke feeling like shit and resumed my journey.I was headed home. I needed to pack my personal shit and get out. And then, almost reverently,move "her" out of the box and onto the couch. As he moved "her", Keithnoted that the mannequin was both heavier and lighter than he'dexpected. For a doll, he thought it to be heavy, but for a woman,light. He was definitely not disappointed in its appearance or itsfeel. For the rest of that evening he just stared, touching it in asexual manner ended up being the farthest thing from his mind. Andthere they sat, while Keith watched the evening news before bed as. “But if you don’t remove your hand I will leave here and call the police.By tonight your Father will be in a cell and you will be in road.” “Please don’t,” she begged one last time as she removed her hands from his. Mr. Allan sat there for a moment, knowing he had won. His hand rested halfway between her knee and her panties on her soft little girl flesh. He had come over early, knowing that her Dad hadn’t finished work yet, in the hope of getting her compliant before her Father arrived home..