One day as I was coming too the man was there with a feeding tube. He placed Billy across from me and he was eating already. The man told me to eat up...because this might have to last me awhile. It was stew again and it tasted the same. I just knew I was eating part of my leg he cut off the other day but still I kept eating. It was after I finished he brought the mirror to me again and seen where he cut off part of my other leg. you motherfucker I said as I fell back asleep. When I awoke up. It was cold and windy that Saturday morning in February. Ralph had left the night before to spend the weekend at the lake, ice fishing with his buddies. My husband’s name isn’t Ralph, but we’ll call him that. I mean, he doesn’t read erotica but his friend do and I don’t want to risk having one of them see these confessions and tell him about my nine-month horny period. No matter what I have done, I love him, I don’t want to hurt him, and I don’t want to lose him. I laid there for a moment. Uske gaal lal ho rahe the sharam ke mare. Main apne haath ko uske jaang hpar pherte hue kaha, tumhari jaangh bahut chikni hai, kaash maine aur choti pattiya chipkaye hote to tumhare khade hone par bhi poora jaang hdikhte sabko. Ye sunkar to uska chehra aur bhi laal ho gaya.Sochne laga ki main is ko tadpane ke liya aur kya khel kheloon. Chalte chalte hum ek petrol pump ke paas se guzre jiske paas ek puncture ki dukan thi. Maine gaadi roki our Anju ke taraf ka sheesha neeche kiya, puncture wala. Her usual shift ran fromjust after three in the afternoon to almost midnight, so we were lucky toeven see each other during the week. My sister Katie, who at seventeenhad her own rusty car and was theoretically in charge when mom was out,was also absent. Again no big surprise. Katie was right in the middle ofa big emo/goth rebellion schtick that seemed to mostly involve a lot ofeye makeup and being gone until five minutes before mom showed up. Thehouse was mine.With no more than a minute of.