(She was a year younger than me and still in highschool in my hometown.) I had a day's drive ahead of me, and if I wanted to make it home in time for ...he funeral, I had to leave right away.The last time I had been home was several months ago for my father's wedding to my new stepmother. I'd been to busy with classes to return home since and to tell the truth, I wasn't completely comfortable with the thought of my new stepmother and her three daughters moving into my family's home. Not that they. “maan ja beti is ghar ki izzat ki khatir……”“nahi amma ye nahi ho sakta…nahi chahiye mujhe aulad” neelam bifarte hue boli“aapne samajh kya rakkha hai hame….Khute se bandhi hui gayen hain hum? Main aisa soch bhi nahi sakti “Thakurain jo ab tak chup thi….Unka bhi lahza tez ho gaya aur shabdo ko chabate hue kaha “are karamjali sun aulad kisi se bhi ho budhhape me besahara to nahi rahegi tu….Aur is jaydad ka kya…kaun bhogega inh?” thakurain aage bolti rahi “tujhe pata hai main naa sunane ki aadi. Aaj tuje cocktail pilaungi.Teri bhn or maa ka mix.Meri cheekh itni ti ki..Maa aa gai bathroom se.Or dekne lgi.Maine moot khtm kia.Or maa ka hath khich kr sofe me baithaya or khich kr ek chantamara or boli bhosdiwali bete se chudwayegi.Bhai utha or ek chanta maa k chehre pr de mara.Maa ki aankho me aansu aa gaye.Mai khsh ho ri ti..Bhai ne lund maa k muh me pel dia.Maa ki aankhe bdi ho gai.Bhai ne muh me dhkke dene shuru kiye jaise muh ni koi chut ho.Mai maa ki chut chat ri ti.Bhai bola.Meri maa. The nurses had worked out a program for me, I would wake up, they would feed me, then medicate me and I would sleep for about three to five hours, they would feed me again and medicate me again and I would sleep again, worked for me, no pain (well not much) unless they moved me, my wife on the other hand came to see me every chance she got, a by product of the damage was a permanent hard-on, it just stuck up in the air twenty four seven, she would close the door (and put a chair against it).