“Hi” I said in a low whisper.“Hi” he answered.“I…I was just getting up.” I said“Oh. Uh… Mom, are you mad?” he asked.“Uh..no…I�...�m not mad” I replied.“Good” Tim said smiling. “I wouldn’t want you mad again like last time”“Well, you know I’m not exactly proud of what we’ve done” I said. “It really is wrong on so many different levels.”“I suppose” he said, staring into my eyes and lightly caressing my arm with his fingertips.Tim grabbed the edge of the sheet and slowly pulled it down, gradually. ... I woke up.You may recall that this is how that dream had ended. Some readers may have been disappointed. I know I was. Some dreams you don't want to end, and, try as you might, you can't get back to them. Maybe a part of me was relieved, too, though. Because I know what I wanted to happen if I could get back to that dream!*Anyway, since the night I had that dream, we had experienced the actual barbecue and had spent a wonderful evening with Phil and Amy at the lake house. We'd had the. Of course, he studied drama at school and was far and away the best student. He loved impressing the teacher with his acting skills. He could imitate voices flawlessly and change his mannerisms and body language to suit any character. He also liked to write and scripted some clever and inventive playlets. Thus, when the annual dramatic works were cast, he always got the pick of the best roles. He adored playing the leading ladies, and with his pretty face and slim body, he made the. 30 pm aunty mera pas aai and TV band kar ke mujhe bed rum le ke gai and boli tumhe avi puri rat mujie chodna hai. Ok aunty fir mai aunty ko wash rum le ja ke unke bur ko puri terha wash kiya and fir bed par unhe bitha ke Unke bur ko chuma aunty ne mera sir ko pakad aapne bur pe dabati rahi and mai v unki bur ko khol kar chatta raha. Fir unke upar let ke unke hoto ko chuma and chusa fîr dhire se 1 dudh ko muh me le ke chusne laga aunty v mera sir pakae kar aapni dudh pe ragadti rahi. Fir aunty.