He left theroom and went into the bathroom. So I knelt down and,looking through the key hole, watched him stroke hisbig prick until it creamed all ove... the bathroom.I was sitting in the spare room one night,everyone else was in bed asleep, at least I thoughtso. I was just relaxing when I looked up and my daddywas standing in the doorway with his shorts on.He walked over to me and sat down next to me onthe couch. He ran his fingers up my back and noticed Ididn't have a bra on. "How come you. My wife is a whore, it’s something I have to face, but I don’t want to. In fact, I don’t think I will face it, I don’t want to and I shouldn’t have to. Fuck it, I DO know what I’m going to do, that fucking bitch and her stupid black butt fuckers will never know what hit them. I got up and grabbed my new cell phone, the nice one that my wife had gotten me for my recent birthday, she knows how I like new and cool little gadgets, so the camera and video phone had been an obvious gift. I went back. She closed the door gently, went to her bedroom and lay on bed, shivering. She laid there for some time and when she heard Priya was arranging her lunch box, she got up and went into the hall.Mother and daughter avoided seeing each other in the eye. Sujata cleared her throat.“Priya, it is high time we start looking for matches, you should get married “she told gently.Priya didn’t look up from dining table.“Mom, we went through this hundreds of times, give me time. I get married, first thing he. “…Look, sorry,” he finally said, reluctance evident in his voice. He’d spoken up just as she was about to apologize herself, which irritated her even more. “I know you’re just—”“Does he ever hit you?” Emily interrupted. “Yes, or fuckin’ no?” If you won’t do something about your problems, then I will.“Just… back off, alright?” He grumbled, turning and walking on without her.“Why don’t you make me back off, huh, punk?” She called, chasing after him. “Whose side are you on, anyways?”“There aren’t.