.." My voice dropped to an involuntary whisper, "... wouldn't?"Then, after a pregnant pause, I continued. "I guess you wouldn't, would you? Such a sha...e though to waste something like that."Jean is often pronounced 'Jeen', as in, 'I'd like to get into her jeans." Alas, Jean could also be pronounced 'Zhon', as in Jean Valjean, the protagonist of the book this Zhon had asked for."No," he said with a smile, "I guess I wouldn't. But you never will either; she's a lesbian." How do you know?" I. Her father had died as a war correspondent in Africa when she was very young. Her mother had remarried and her stepfather had been a good father to her. He still is. Blodwen’s mother, Abigail, had died about two years ago, hardly a shock because Blodwen is nearly 56 even if she only admits to 49. Blodwen had been surprised to learn that her grandmother was still alive in a nursing home in Bournemouth. She had telephoned the home and asked about her. Apparently she was lucid but very frail,. Garmi jyada hone ke karan me saara din ac me rehta aur tv dekhta rehta. 10 din aise hi nikal gaye pta hi nahi chala. Ruby hamari neighbour hai aur me use bhabhi bolta hu. Uska hmare ghar me kaafi aana jaana hai. Pr maine kabhi use es nazar se dekha hi nahi.Ek din mom dad ko relatives ke jahan function pr jana tha, pr garmi ki wajah se mera jaane kaa bilkul bhi mann nahi tha, to maine mana kar diya. Aur mom ne ruby ko mere khane ka bol diya aur wo chale gaye. Me tv dekhne laga. Raat ke karib 8. That was the point of the game, but there was really only one way for her to get free."Have you had enough? Just say 'uncle' and I'll stop." No way!" she retorted, and tried even harder to push herself clear."Okay, then!" I squeezed the fingers of both hands into her slender waist, and sure enough, she shrieked with laughter. She was still ticklish, I was happy to see."Enough?" Hah!"I squeezed in again, this time wriggling the fingertips independently. She gasped, and cried "Stop!" Did you say.