She wanted to build a life with her son. Funny how dreams remain so simple, and yet to arrive at those dreams one has to cross streams of complexities... seas of conflict and confrontation, and oceans of uncertainty. There is no grander, more illustrious, and more farfetched dream than the simple dream, and most of us, through the course of our temporary lives, save those dreams like ships in a bottle, wasting our time, our years, not in pursuit of our simple dreams, but coping with realities.On. She seemed to be a good match for you.”Me – “Di. Stop. Marriage will not fix this. I don’t have feelings for them.”Di – “You will get it. Once you get close with them. It will develop. If not them, it will start developing on someone else. I will ask Mom to start looking matches for you.”Me – “No. I can’t trust any of them now. Not after what happened. It won’t work for me. Trust me.”Di – “So what do we do? How to get rid of this?”Me – “Even I thought about many options. But nothing will. ”Piss started flowing, running off her labia anddripping onto my face and neck. Dotty was giggling asshe watch it hit me. She moved back and forth to covermy face. She took her hands and turned my head to theside and wet down my hair and ears. She held my noseuntil I opened my mouth. Dotty clenched really hard andpiss flew out like a faucet, quickly filling my mouth. Dotty told me to swallow if I wanted to breathe. She’dbeen talking with Betsy, no doubt. I swallowed and shereleased. Talibah smiled for the first time since I'd known her, and it lighted her face. "I have long held the theory that if you want to learn important things about a person quickly, you ask them about religion." That's very shrewd," I told her. "Now how about answering a question for me." It's only fair," she replied, still smiling."What do you think of Democracy?" I asked."Ah!" She laughed, "Another religious question!" Or one very akin to it!" I replied, smiling with her."I think that, like.