Meraa to lund hai uski hifaazat ki zimmaydaaree meri hai."Those were that last coherent words Taran allowed Neelima to verbalise as he plundered her c...nt sending her into a vortex of orgasmic storm, many times that afternoon.The breakfast was a feast and both father and daughter ate ravenously under the affectionate and loyal scrutiny of Ganga. Ganga Singh was built like ex-wrestler, which he was, and enormously broad with muscles now covered with a thick layer of fat. He owed his life to. They tell me I cannot always live in shadow, no good can come of it. I know they are right.But they are not there when Mother and I find the tiny calf alone and starving, its own mother caught in a great weed and drowned. I could free her from the weed if I were older, I learn that almost always one may escape the weed if one is calm and does not take fright and entangle oneself. But I am small myself then, and besides we are not there in time for her, only for her calf.For Kitik.Those others. .Wednesdays and Saturdays. Wednesday, I finished my workout and headed to the path. It was 6:00pm and I rode from the Hollywood curve to 71st Street and back. I am usually able to do it in about 2 hours. August 13th, it was a hot night but I liked riding when it was that way. Joints all felt loose. Rode well. Carried some water bottles with me. Being intersexed with big tits, I always wore a bra. This night was no exception. I had a zippered shirt on and unzipped it most of the way. My tits. "Now's the time. Today I won't cripple anyone. After today... fuck you."Nobody wanted any. I sat back down. Some of the letterman jackets helped Stan to his feet and took him away.Sarah, Melody, and Jason were staring at me, as were a lot of the folks milling about the courtyard.Sarah broke the silence, "Big brother... I am impressed." Where did you learn that?" blurted Jason."If you could do that?" Melody said quietly, "Why didn't you ever do it before?" I don't know," I said looking at her..