.?Itni jor…jor se dhada…dhad awaaze aa rahi thi main yahi soch raha tha ki kahin chor to nahi ghus aaya aur yahaan aa kar dekha to nazaara hi badl... hua hai mama ji bol pade haan beta main samajh gaya tujhe yahaan kya cheez kheech kar laayi hai aakhir hain na tu bhi lund dhaari bata choot maarni hai na iski…? Maine jhooth ka naatak dikhaate hue kaha mama ji aap bhi kaise gandi baatey kar rahe hai bhala main aunty se is taraah ka bartaaw kaise kar sakta hoon ? Ye meri didi ki saas hai aur meri. She shuffled to the side a little and gave me room to lie down beside her. I laced my fingers behind my head.'Why are you so unhappy?' I asked her.'Why are you always so happy?' she countered.'I'm not always happy, I just don't like it when the people I care about have to feel burdened with my problems.''So you put on a happy go lucky attitude and expect people not to see through it?''Did you?' I asked.'Of course I did. Everyone has a tell, your tell is the fact that even when your face is. However, her subconscious kept the habit going, and even as she was pushing thirty, she often slept with her thumb in her mouth. The constant exercise, sometimes several hours a night, gave her tongue and jaw muscles as strong as the average politician's.However, when Heather was twelve, something else entered her life: Henry David Thoreau and Walden Pond.Living not too far from Concord, Massachusetts, her family sometimes went for a couple of hours at the beach at the state park, up at one end. There was a younger couple sitting on the couch with her, probably grade school teachers as well. They would probably be visiting for hours about some crucial ADHD study or something. So much for his time. So much for any sexual release or excitement. He was really going to need that wine now. He nodded to Doris, then the young man, then the young woman. ‘Dan…Susan…this is my husband Bill.’ Carols voice was like spring song of some damned cheerful bird. ‘Bill, honey…this is Dan and Susan.’.