. ghr bhi khali jaldi se aunty ka bf banjaun bs fir maaze hi maaze. Ek din terrace pr main smoke karne aya aur aunty apni terrace pr kapde sukhane ayi...hi hello hua .. vo boli beta ku karte ho buri adaat hn .. maine bola aur aap jo karte ho .. bs akele baithe rahete ho ghr main bhar nahi ate koi baat hn toh btao.. ek toh aap itni khobsurat hn aur upar se ghr ke andar rahati hn kabhi kabhi rone ki awaazien ati hn vo shi hn? Vo chup thodi der fir boli ki tum nahi samjhogy yh sb divorce ke baad kya. She had worn what she considered her "slut suit," short skirt, low cut blouse with no brassiere on under it and high heels. She got a hell of a kick out of slowly walking the aisles and generating hard dicks and knowing that every man who saw her wanted to fuck her. She wondered if the day would come when one of them would. She knew one who wanted to and who was determined to. At least she thought he did. She hadn't heard from The Watcher in three weeks.She was in her kitchen looking out her. Aaron for his part tried to balance things. He wanted to be respectfulto his mom. He also wanted to show his affection for Beth. Aaron oftenfound himself negotiating for a type of truce between the two. Hethought he had an idea.Aaron thought it would be a good for his mom and Beth to have some timealone. Aaron suggested that his mom take Beth to lunch at the family'sclub. Beth thought it was a great idea. Martha agreed with somereluctance. She only agreed after Aaron pleaded with his mom. Two shots and two misses. You know, that’s playin’ hell with my reputation.”As his comment soaked in, my rage overshadowed my fear. “You killed Jackie? You FUCK!”He didn’t like that. He raised the gun and put the barrel against my forehead and hissed, “That was your fault, asshole! If you’d stood still for another second, maybe she’d still be alive!” As fast as his temper flared, it was gone. He gave a little shrug and said, “Let’s just call Jackie’s demise collateral damage.”My eyes picked up.