Kuch kuch mere samj may aa raha tha, but may conform karma chata tha. Awaz kabi jane pehchane lag ti aur kabi change hu jate thie. Magr street light ...i waja say halka halka nazar aa raha tha kay kia hu raha tha garden may.Usky bahir jany ky 10 mnt honey babhi kay bathroom ki light on hove jysy ko bathroom may ayah u. Time 12:50am ka tha. Aur lake ki awaz zara bhari huge aur usny kaha wo ander a gae hy ab may stool pay char rahee hun aur dosre tariff say jawab tha keyal say phans na jana,. I took one opportunity to introduce him to online videos and shared my first gallery picture of my breasts – I had never shared anything online so this was a bold step for me. He was a breast guy and he admitted that he really liked the picture. I showed him how to find other videos and shared my favorites (most of which were of threesomes). He was getting the picture. Over the course of a week, I had several little visits to “help” him with his online education. My gardener and I had already. At a sufficient distance my parents won’t bother to nose around. The electronic tether isn’t too tight: texting is an alien concept to mom, let alone the language of it. As for my father, to him language itself is an alien concept. I have money to blow. I’m not ashamed of it. Not obscenely rich, but I can be self-indulgent. It’s an attitude as well as a fact. Maybe it’s the attitude that’s poisonous, but the attitude is the part I’m least ashamed of. Did I say ‘creative writing’? Well, maybe. "She got in my way, for that, she deserved what she wasgiven. The way I see it, I did her a favor!" A favor?" he asked as he patiently waited for her to pay."She isn't hurting any more...she has no more worries where her nextmeal will be coming from...it's a favor, and I'm glad I was able to helpher."The shopkeeper stood silently disgusted for several minutes, then aftera few additional seconds he softly spoke, "That'll be..." I'll pay this..." she interrupted as she tossed the coin at his.