The other side felt like someone had pulled at least a large handful of his hair out by the roots. He could sort of tell that his scalp had either bee... torn or cut and that the hair was gone there ... Would it grow back? Was he worried about that? Couldn’t he do like his dad was always harassing him to do and shave his head to at least a crew cut and minimize any problems?Time went wonky and he tried to count heart beats, or maybe the drugs that were in his system were even more potent than the. Me: come on aunty, am I not a trustworthy friend of yours.Aunty: ok I didnt want tell you because I wanted to solve this problem myself and don’t want your dad to know as I know how wild your dad would react.Guys my dad is so violent. He gets angry for silly reasons. So everyone gets scared to even talk with him.Me: aunty please trust me I won’t tell it to anyone.Aunt :(her tears rolling down on her cheeks)my husband is having an affair with some ladyMe:what? From when?Aunty: past few. The dress is navy blue, which happens to be my mom's favourite colour. It's half sleeved and from a tightish waist falls down to about her calves into a freely flowing skirt.Enough already, I was beginning to get hard just by spying on her. Time for some action now. I removed my sneakers as stealthily as possible and then tip toed behind her, and in one swift motion, reached around her, grabbing her breasts."Ohh my God!!," she went, jumping at the unexpected contact."Gotcha mom! Gotcha good." I. It was always nice to find an old codger selling a car. They usually keep it in good working order, serviced regularly and never boot it down the road."I've not seen the car in years. Once Jim, that was my husband, had died I never came in here. I went to the newsagent and they put the ad in the car magazine for me" Sorry about Jim love, might as well get a few quid instead of it rotting away completely"Moving to the back of the car Rob grabs the tarp with both hands and yanks. The dust that.