"The bastard. The dirty stinking bastard did more than that. I hate him, God I hate him, and Mum, what does she care? Oh, no mustn't upset dad. Where ...ould she get the money for her clothes then? How would she be able to go to the hairdressers once a fortnight hmmm. Oh, no, nothing must upset her sense of security. She doesn't give a shit about me. She's as bad as him. All she thinks about is money. Well fuck em. The bastard, the fucki... " Sheila, calm down love, calm down" Maggie exclaimed.. Com ki hai hamare building mein ek aunty rehti thi woh top floor pe rehthi thi woh widow thi unke husband ki death hogaye thi se par woh aunty bahut acchi thi around kuch 57 years ki thi woh SBI bank mein kaam karti thi woh bahut hot sexy lagthi thi unke boobs bahut baade hai unki gaand toh laajawab hai unka rang goora aur bahut sexy and hot lagti thi mein unhe baar baar dekhta rehta tha unka realtion bahut aach tha hamare sath woh hamesha holi pe aach khane banake hume invite karti thi ekk. Then he comes over and kneels in front of me."Sir, that's like my job, right?" What is?" You need an outlet, you use me."I glare at him. I have abused our relationship in the past but that's the exception not the rule. "Alex. You are not a punching bag. What the fuck, you think I like hittin' you? Shit, I hope ta hell every time I do it, it's the last but it ain't. You like bein' hit. I do it 'cause you like it. It don't do jack an' shit for me. Ok? Got that?" I stomp out on to the balcony.. He played it cool, though, because it was still early in the game. According to the tapes I had watched, he and the other underclassmen had plenty of time to let their frustrations build.Both teams had their chance with the ball. We didn't really press an attack, concentrating more on frustrating the Terps instead for the first several minutes. We did some switching, mostly on Spencer's signals, but I tended to stay behind the centerline. I wanted us to be in our predetermined positions in.