Clothespins. I don’t touch them, I don’t move, I just let you wonder where and how many. I watch your face and can’t help but give a diabolica... grin as your expression changes. Fear.. Anxiousness.. Remembering the last time.. Exquisite pain.. Ecstasy.. And then I stand on the bed next to you, and slowly lift the bag. All you see is my grin for a brief moment before bag goes over your head. I pull the drawstrings just tight enough to hold it in place so you can’t shake it off, if you. .Us waqt humne khane k siwa koi baat nahi ki…Fir maine apne ghar fone kar k bata diya k mai aaj nahi aa rha..Ab mai tension free tha…Neha ne bhi mummy ko apne call nahi ki…Fir usne mujhe mere dost k room me sone ko kaha…Aur wo apne room me chali gyi ..Uski taraf se koi bhi action na dekh kar mujhe laga k mujhe hi kuchh karna padega warna aaj bhi lund bina choot me ghuse hi so jaega…Kafi der tak mai sone ki kosis karta raha par nind ni ayi..Ati bhi kaise..Us ghar me aate hi janat jo dekh li. And THEN! It came to her."Cuddlywinks?, she nervously intoned to the still writhing creature as it continued its ministrations to her lower limbs."Miaowowwow!!, Prrr! Prr!" replied Cuddlywinks, as he appreciated in the depths of his primitive intelligence, that his days of fending for himself were now over! A rescuer was at hand! This lovely lady knew his name!He had enjoyed, to start with, the novel experience of fending for himself in those first days after a backfiring car engine had caused. Nana and Papa, Mom’s parents, came by also though something seemed a bit off about them. They lived in Buckhead, north of Atlanta, so they didn’t get down here to West Georgia all that often. I hadn’t seen most of these folks in a couple of years, but Nana really seemed out of it. She didn’t say much, but twice she asked me who Kelly was, and then replied, “Oh, yes, I remember now.”It was enough to make me wonder. I cornered Dad in the kitchen the second time and quietly asked, “What’s with.