Mujhe kuchh hota hai….mere badan mein jhur jhuri see ho rahi hai…Namita…..meri chut mein khujli ho rahi hai…tum mujeh kiss kaise kar rahi ho�....hai meri behan mujeh kia ho raha hai..tera alingan mujeh utejit kar raha hai….tere badan ka saparsh mujeh jala raha hai….mujhe chhod do pleaseeeee” mere muh se nikla to Namita shararti tarke se muskura padi aur fir se meri gardan aur kandhon ko kiss karti rahi. Namita ke jeebh se meri gardan aur kandhe geele ho gaye lekin mujhe bahut kamuk anand aa raha. (The floor drain in the bathroom with a most malodorous, fecal, sewer stench that even potpourri couldn’t mask, so the door was kept closed at all times, a handwritten sign on the door commanding it so... )The apartment was a most humble, cold-water, studio flat with no window, no fridge or TV or stove, and no furnishings aside from 3 plastic stools, and a faux wood folding table.While neither girl appeared happy to be awoken by Na knocking on the door, they treated her kindly, but shrugged off. I spent many months of our marriage patching up or nursing the wounded hero again. His medal ribbons were the obvious sign of the scars hidden under his uniform.There was no point in me asking him to be more careful. John was careful of his troops and himself but often in the most dangerous places where his care could only reduce the risk, not eliminate it.+++Our c***dren didn’t really understand what their father did, or what it really meant to be a front line soldier. An incident when Michael. Now I stood shorter than her. ?Go and look at yourself in the mirror.? I obeyed and went to the hallway to the full length mirror. I looked into it. The young girl looked back. I could not understand. I heard someone walking quickly down the stairs, it was Amy. She stood beside me holding the clothes that she had removed. Her mouth was wide open. ?Grandmother, it looks like I have a twin?. I turned my head towards Amy, the girl in the mirror turned her head to. The old woman told Amy to give me.