She feels so many darkly magnificent things: the unendurable certainty of her own death, the horror at having been murdered and yes, the fear of rape... even here, even now. You take a moment to assess her body. Her breasts are everything you'd hoped they would be. You've never seen better nipples: huge and pink, they've been made viciously hard by the cold water. You grab her waist roughly. There's barely anything there; teenagers are so beautifully skinny! You pull her towards you, seize. These moments to be captured for eternity. Sheinsisted that I be photographed with a very happy smile posing as aprovocative sexy girl. After several minutes, I began to get the hangof being photographed. I began to feel waves of eroticism knowing thatthese pictures would last forever. For the rest of the afternoon, Mommywould be taking lots of photographs of me as she completed each step.Next, Mommy led me over to a seat bench to do my nails. She started withmy toenails which had to dry. Aab ghar per koi nahi tha. Vo thodi der pehle naha kar aayi thi to uske gile baal mujhe madhosh kar rahe the. Maine use pakda or ghar per koi nahi tha, maine uska suit uper se utar diya or usne bra nahi pehni thi maine uske chuche pakada kar dabaye or unhe pine laga.Baad main maine uska haath pakad kar aapni nikkar main dal diya. Usne haath bahar nikal liya. Maine aapni baniyan or nikkar utari or aapna land uske haath main pakda diya . Phir maine uski salwar utari or chut ko masalta raha. Phir. They were perfect strangers at tryouts. Now, they are a singing and dancing phenom. Very good ... all of you.”“Could the Gold Standard Society stay to rehearse for a while?”“YES,” came from all around me.“The rest of you can stay and be an audience, if you would like?”I believe that was already happening.After a ten-minute break, I asked them to settle down.“OK you guys, I am going to pick out songs that you should know by now. Singers, listen carefully to the music being played and the other.