It had taken a while to get used to this new way of moving, to her limp, useless legs and to her chair, but Rachel had managed it, and now she was twi...ling around on the brightly lit stage to the beat of some pop song. She had regained much of her old confidence, much of her old skill. Dancing kept her upper body fit and strong, and she was as proud of her long, blonde locks as she'd ever been. Rachel had grieved for the loss of her great bum and firm thighs, which had gone all wobbly and. My father wrapped the rest of the meat back inside the skin to be stored away. “Come boy, grab your sword!” My father gestured.My days would mainly consist of target practice and sparring. Only recently was I allowed to go hunting by myself. We would spar in a small clearing next to our home where my father would teach me how to fight and defend myself. I could now hold my own against him. He would never tell me where he learned to fight so well, just always said he would tell me one day. He. Then she was out the door, headed for the bathroom, her bottom moving tightly beneath the cotton, always in control. I lay there another moment and replayed the marvel of the night just ended. This was the girl I wanted to spend all my time with and she was already right here with me . . . and now there were whole new dimensions to that thought. I grinned idiotically at the ceiling. One night a month or so later, I was lying in bed late, reading a book I had to finish for a report. As I. That night nothing happened because of dad presence.Next day one phone call came to my dad his boss asking to come bangalore. So he wants to leave.Me and kumar happyKumar shows his dad to me he is more happy than us.In the next day karan uncle planned to take mom to president house to get benefit from his boss.During lunch karan uncle speaks about Village president his wealth and political power. And he told to mom that president wants to give dinner tonight so please come and he also told that.