Lakin us ka bawajood mara husband muja pregnent nahi kar paa raha thaa, main family waloon ka tana sun sun kar tang ay chuki thee or husband bhi divor...e dainay ka liye tayaar thaa,or khata ka ager child na huwa too main tum ko choor doon ga main bhut pershan rahney lagi thee. Mari aik cousion ko Allah na rahmat ka farishta bana kar UK sa baj dia ,woo muj sa milney ayi to mujey pershan dakh kar muj sa pucha to main ne usay sari detail bata dii..Woo muja khanay lagi ka is problem ka mara pass aik. I glance over to the corner. The cute guy is still there and he's looking. Definitely at me. "I'll give him something to look at," I think to myself. I pull up my short skirt and remove my prosthetic leg. I set in on the bar and rub my stub with both hands. Yes, he's definitely staring now. I giggle to myself."Hey Jennie, I'm gonna go play for a few minutes. I'll be back, girlfriend. Watch my leg." Okay, Sandy. Be careful, hun. I'll be here if you need me."She's my best friend forever. I love. ‘Aren’t you getting anything done?’ Lily asked.‘No I’m not you stupid cunt, now shut the fuck up.’ She replied aggressively. Lily sat quietly until they pulled up outside a house in a dangerous part of town. Tiffani-Lynn carried her inside and sat her in a hairdressers chair. An old, fat lady walked into the room, sniffed then looked at Tiffani-Lynn.‘What do you want?’ She asked in a husky, smoke damaged voice.‘Just an inch or so off the bottom to tidy it up.’ Tiffani-Lynn replied while. Kane scrutinized my efforts, his posture relaxing as if in approval.Finishing, my stomach squirmed but not as badly as the day before. I didn't lick up every grain of food. He didn't seem to care. Bored, he ambled into my room for a tyrant's snooze. I washed the dishes and scrubbed the floor and sanitized it. Who knew when I would have to eat off of it again. I tried covering the floor with newspaper, but that quickly proved infeasible and potentially dangerous. I nearly slipped and.