My dad gave me one of his worse beatings. He had started using spiked knuckles on me, for he couldn't find the whip. I had hidden it from him, and h...s drunken ass thought he had sold it for the knucks. The beatings continued through the year, and I grew steadily more violent toward my schoolmates. Then came the day in April. I brought Andrea home to meet my mother, because I thought my dad was out somewhere. But when we walked in, in fact before we walked in, we could hear the shouting. I said ok and reached aunt’s home . I was happy to see as my kids had gone to a birthday party of one of their friends and uncle was away on a business trip and was not due back for another three days “Hi, Shailaja! It smells really good,” I said as he entered the kitchen. . The kitchen was small and I was now standing two steps away from her. I took a long step towards her and placed my hands on her shoulders. And began to squeeze her shoulders lightly, staring at her heaving breasts. “Shailu,. "She found all her favorite music and stacked it up near the stereo. She put some on now to listen to, also. She stopped to relax for awhile with a cup of coffee. She lit some incense and a candle and meditated on the love spell she had worked the night before. And she thought about this tall stranger that entered her life. It all felt like some kind of weird dream though, ever since Halloween night. She couldn't pin point it exactly. It's almost as if some time was missing somewhere. She. "Come on. We've been friends too long. You can't hide things from me."Jane took a long sip of her coffee. "I found something in Brandon's dresser drawer."When Sandy didn't respond Jane looked at her. "And?" Sandy said with raised eyebrows.Jane took another sip of coffee then a deep breath. "It was a porno DVD. We agreed that that filth would never enter our house." I see," Sandy said."I just don't know why he would want to watch crap like that. I mean we ... I give ... well, I just don't know.