“I know… you hate me don’t you?” I asked as I slowly pulled away from her. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as if in shock.“Oh my god......MOM! IT’S SUPER GIRL!!! SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE SUPER GIRL!!” She practically screamed in my face, startling me a bit. Trying not to laugh, my mom chimed in and introduced me to our new neighbors.“Ummm, Dawn? Are you alright? I want you to meet the Ruenhart family. You just met Anni, and this is her mother, Marie.”“Why, hello darling! Aren’t you just the most. This was not the end however, it was just the beginning!You, like almost everyone else, went to hell: and were punished for your sins in the most appropriate way possible: you had to live through all the negative consequences of each of them unto the seventh generation, over and over again, until you finally truly repented and were contrite for all of them! Eventually, when that happened: you were washed clean in the blood of the lamb and taken to heaven, where you waited in a kind of blissful. However one night it just so happened that both my wife and Nancy's husband were out of town for several days and while unplanned, Nancy and I ended up at the pub, sitting together and tipping a few brews. The conversation got around to sex and Nancy, being very open in her thinking asked me if my wife (Carol) was any good at giving me a blow job. I think Nancy was trying to embarrass me, but I turned the tables a bit and told her the truth, Carol did not believe in oral sex and has never. Is Fatima randi ki gaand usse bahut pasand aaye. Is umar mai aaise tight gaand woh pehle baar dekh raha tha. Fatima begum ke poore pakiza jism se haath ghumate woh bola, “Wah Fatima begum tu to is burqe mai Ayesha jaise lagti hai.Wohi tight gora jism, waisa hi tana hua sina, waise hi gori taange. Tu bhi teri beti jaise mast maal hai Fatima begum. Kasam se tera yeh mast musalmani jism dekhke koi bhi hindu mard tujhe apnana chahega.” Fatima begum ke piche khade hote uske jism ko sehlate Rajesh.