” Meine pucha, “Kya” to wo tange phaila kar apni chut par hath pher kar boli, “mere yahan shave kar de.”“kahan,” meine pucha to usne kah..., “jyada ban mat. Tujhe nahin pata kahan.” Meine kaha, “bahan ki laudi, randi bata de na kahan” to usne kaha, “sale dalle, madarchod meri chut ki shave karni hai.” Uske muh se chut sun kar mujhe baad maja aaya. Meine uski chut ki safai ki. Uske baad meine uske mamme pakar liye aur buri tarah masalte hue bola, “seema didi yeh kya hai.” “bahan ke laude yeh mere. I don’t think we said a single word to each other for years. Once she graduated, she fled South Carolina without a trace. Other than the occasional letter or birthday card, Uncle Henry never saw his daughter again. But I stayed behind in her place. I had no interest in college or anywhere else. The Faire was all I needed. That and Uncle Henry, of course.I was 22 when Uncle Henry passed away from a stroke. I know- sad shit. But I was fortunate enough to have another family waiting to adopt me.. When Jamara reached the weeping willow tree at Emerald Lake, she fell into a heap underneath, exhausted. She cried for hours until she could cry no more and passed out. Her last thoughts were, ‘Oh how I wish this place was really magical and Cross could be brought back to me.’ Finally, Jamara awakened to the sound of laughter. When she opened her eyes Cross was standing there. ‘How did you get here?’ she asked. ‘Simple, you wished me here.’ he replied. ‘I am only a fairy, I have no such. And, not surprisingly, he was very excited about thisbatch of targets for the long holiday weekend. The rapistgathered all his tools in his van; he had a stun gun, chloroform, rags,handcuffs, a knife, and some lengths of rope. He went out on Friday to get hisweekend of fun started. Eagerly, he jumped into the van after work and headedout for his first conquest. FRIDAY (Teresa the businesswoman) He drove to theparking garage outside of the office building where his prey worked. He hadfirst seen.