“Oh, I had a glass before I left the kitchen. Couldn't wait.”“Don't blame ya hun” Evelyn interjected “but what about lunch? Are you girls go...na make me eat by my lonesome again?”Vicky groaned, tilting her head to the sky. “Ugh... it's too hot to eat.”“I'll wait for supper, thank you” Abigail replied.Jessica shrugged and offered Evelyn a thin smile, implying that she wasn't particularly hungry either.“Fine, suit yourselves! I'm not shy” she proclaimed before biting into an apple and unwrapping. David told Dan all about Laura’s problem and how he’d convinced her to get John Perkins to fuck her just in case she was pregnant.“So l take it this baby is yours then?” Dan said.“Well, if there is one l supposed it must be,” David replied, “but it’s not definite yet but if she is up the duff then she’ll blame that Perkins cunt, he’s a bit of a whimp apparently, Laura said his cock’s that tiny he could hardly get it in.”“Well well,” Dan chuckled, “that’ll be a good laugh, his parents are real. It did embarass her slightly, she pulled her legs together and refused to answer. We finished our party planning shortly after that. Vicki got up and came over and apologized and said she was just feeling horny, and had been all morning. She gave me a little hug and left me just as Darla came back into the room.Darla came over and we both sat on the sofa, talking about what movie to see that night. The French Connection was new in town, so we decided we would see it. Having a lot to do that. But when my husband died all things change. They said that you have to wear only white saree. And no jewels at all. I’m just 21. I just started to realise how good is to live. They beat me and forced me to wear white dress because this is our culture. I indeed hated the culture. What should I do if my husband died. Bullshit. I thought.But even my dad asked me to wear that. I was heart broken. I decided to suicide. But Raghu is the only reason and cause for me to live. I went to city because I.