Wo Sali marva rah hogi wahan apne yaar se.”Uncle nei kaha, “tujhe kitni baar to kaha hai ki mujhe bhi uski chut dilwa de par tu sunti bhi to nahin...hai.” Mummy nei jawab diya, “mein to use kai baar kah chuki par wo randi kahti hai ki un budhon ka lund tu hi le. Mein to jawan laude hi apni chut mei dalvati hoon.” Aur itna kah kar usne uncle ka lund phir se muh mei daal liya. Mujhe uncle se jalan ho rahi thi. Mummy kis tarah uncle ka lund chus rahi thi. Mera dil kar raha tha ki uncle ko hata kar. Are you OK?" Oh sure, I'm devastated but my parents gave me a swift kick in the rump to move on with my life and not dwell in my loss. So, Thursday is going to be my last day at work and I am going to take a wonderful young lady I know on a worldwide trip to get my bucket list all done."He smiled. "That is great news. I don't know you very much, but I like what you are telling me. This is very good news. What do you have on your list first?"I hemmed and hawed a bit not wanting to divulge all of. For the first time I got to admire her body. It wasn’t just tall, it was svelte and lithe. Her trousers emphasised the shape of her arse and legs – her shoes were ankle boots with low, slender heels. She had not asked me what I wanted but brought me a brandy. She sat beside me and her arm slid along the back of the sofa behind me, not touching me but bringing her quite close. ‘You’re shy, aren’t you?’ I nodded. ‘Don’t be.’ She took my glass from me and placed it on the table beside her then. I ran away from my destiny, I ran away from who I am and who I was suppose to be. I did not realize that until later, until it was to late! I go over in my head what I should have done andsome days wishI could go back in time and change the past, but whats done is done. Some things happen for a reason.I am married now, with a little boy. I married into the "nilla" life. I am happy, but will never fully be who I am suppose to be. It is hard to explain. I love my life, but there is always going.