Mummy puchhne lagi ki kya huya to abdul uncle bole ki ab kitna tadpaogi.Ab raha ni jata aur itna kah kar mummy ke moti moti jangho ko maslne lage.Mumm... unke aage hath jodne lagi ki bhagwan k liye muze chor do.Mai shadi suda hun aur 2 bacho ki maa hun.Lekin wo khaa maanne wale the.Mummy zor se chillai boli avi bachao.Tabhi razzak uncle bole ki agar chillayi to isse chati truck se bahar fek dunga.To mummy rone lagi unke aage gidgidane lagi.Lekin wo aur mazbuti se mummy ko baho m jakad liye aur. He thought for a few minutes then got this real big grin on his face. "I've got the perfect idea," he said. "It's a gift I know he'd love to get and would never expect to receive."He told me his idea. To say I was shocked put it mildly. "You want me to strip in front of my brother! How can you even suggest such a thing?"He just laughed, "Geez, when did you turn into such a prude. I didn't suggest that you to have sex with him just tease him a little. You've told me how he was always trying to. And even then, that’s assuming the lines are still up.“For that matter, I have no clue how long the power will be on ... or how long the water will have pressure. We ... we don’t seem to need food, but that’s ... that’s kind of something I don’t wanna think about right now.“Anyway, from what we’ve seen, I bet there are Infected workers doing their best to keep on goin with their water and power jobs. Don’t know if they’ll actually be able to keep everything workin though. Definitely put that on. Professor Blankenship, however, was not what I expected. I’d met three professors in the Art Department during my interview and thought they were all okay. Blankenship was a bastard.“Children, sit down and shut up,” he started at exactly three o’clock. “For some reason, you all think you can draw. Did any of you even bring a pencil? Paper? What do you need? Finger paints? Get something in front of yourself that you can draw on and get ready. This is your subject.” He pointed to a plain black.