It had started as a boring night at home. Glen's wife was out with her friends, the Cubs were already out of it, seasonwise and gamewise, and he just ...idn't feel like playing any video games. So Glen decided to try out a new recording program as he browsed some anonymous web cam sites. He put on a Reagan mask from the closet of Halloween-past and started browsing. Mostly cocks of course, but occasionally he saw groups of people who laughed at his Reagan mask and gave thumbs up before moving on.. .jaise he wo bahar nikle main bathroom k ander gaya .blood drop tha jisme aunty ne paani dal diya tha …main bahar aaya toh aunty bed pe matha laga ka baite hui thi …main bhi unke paas baith gaya.unke lips ko dhek kar main itna pagal ho gaya tha ki kuch bata na saku…mujhse raaha nahi ja raha tha toh maineUnko kiss kiya ,wo kuch nahi boli ..aur khadi ho gaye ,,main bhi khada huva aur unke haat pakad kar hug kiya …3min tak hum dono ek dusre par chipke huve thi …fir aunty bilkul relaxed ho gaye. They would be there for the big events, but not much in my day-to-day life. You have to realize, my grandfather (Gramps) was 75 years old when I was born and my grandmother (Gram) was 71. Gramps was rather sickly and Gram was in a wheel chair. She had fallen down a flight of stairs and was paralyzed from the waist down. Angie finished high school and went on to take courses at the local community college. She was a conscientious worker and instilled a good work ethic in me. She was a very moral. When she finished it was evening and the sun was setting. ‘Thank you,’ she mumbled, looking at her father’s grave as she sat down leaning against him. ‘Why don’t you come have lunch with me tomorrow?’ Sam suggested, idly stroking her hair. It’d do you good to get out of the house for a bit. Ann nodded and rose, pulling Sam up with her. She was a shadow of her old self now, but at least she was that. Sam led her to the house and left, thoughtful. He needed to tread carefully around Ann now, she.