Dusre din jab hum naha ke laute to ek bohot smart sa ladka hume raste me mila, usne meri saheli se baat ki par meri taraf dekha bhi nahi. Mujhe bura l...ga, par maine wapas aake poocha ki wo kaun hai. to wo kehne lagi hai koi gaav ka ganwar tujhe kya. Maine bohot poocha to kaha ki pradhan ka ladka hai sheher me padhta hai. Maine kaha isse baat kara, isse chudwane me to mazaa aa jaega. Wo boli ye to mushkil hai. maine main kuch bhi karungi, to wo boli. Hamare yahan chhote talab ke paas ek bhoot. “The first was that I could very well have put on a servant’s outfit and helped Jeanne out if she’d needed it. That’s La Contessa’s maid’s name, by the way, Jeanne. If Jeanne, Helen, Maria, or someone else I respect needed it of me. I have that skill set. You see, Lucinda, I’ve done this thing called ‘work a day in my life,’ and I’d have no problem doing it again. Work is a word that’s in the Bible AND the Dictionary.”The look on Lucinda’s face was one that I wish I’d readied a camera for. The. Lots of pictures of Danielle and her Mum and Dad. They both looked a few years younger than me. The Mother was no beauty, but she looked almost as filthy as her son. There was an armchair that I had to assume was her Fathers regular seat as it was surrounded by the remotes and various manly publications, I sat there. Danielle came back in the room with one of her Fathers cans of beer from the fridge. “Here you are Daddy”. I opened the can and took a swig, my “son” was standing in front of me. Melly laid a deep kiss on me before she spoke, “Hey big bro, long time no see.”“Yes, it seems like forever. What’s it been… a week?” I asked.“It’s been two weeks, you big jerk.”“Hey, where’s my kiss, bitch?” exclaimed Heather.“Heather!” exclaimed Melly.Melly made the rounds to all the girls giving each a hug and a kiss. She stopped in front of Brandi, “Hi, you must be Brandi, I’m Mellony, but you can call me Mel.”“So you’re the troublemaker… I mean little sister I’ve heard so much about,” said.