I don’t know what to make of this situation. On one hand I feel like I’m doing the right thing, trying to make Ava happy. But on the other hand th...s feels so wrong. It feels like for some reason Ava wants me to be sexually close to her. It feels like she wants me to have sexual experiences with her - under the pretence of nudism, of cuddling with her, of shaving her private parts. Is this how she deals with the grief of the loss of her mother? Is the grief clouding her judgement? Are the sexual. Jija g ka hota huva to 24 ghanta wel dressed, or chamkee rehtee thee, ab asa lagta hai jasa toon koe maid hai is ghar kee.Didi: nahi reeta asa kuch nahi hai, mai to abhi be fit hoain, smart hoain well looking hoain.Mai: mai kahara ho kar didi ka pass chair ka peecha kahee ho gae or didi ka boobs pakar kar boli hain ya dakh toon mantee nahi hai zara kameez upar kar.Didi: ya kaya kah rahi hai or kaya karna lagi hai.Mai: didi zara utha na.Didi: nahi mai asa nahi kar saktee.Mai: maina zabardastee. She took a seat several stools down the bar from the students.“Well, if it isn’t Beatrice Evans, my friend; I guess I’m still that, even though I haven’t seen you in months,” I said.“You guess?” she said.“I’m sure you know that I know you know,” I said. She looked me straight in the eyes. This is one friend that I didn’t cotton to losing in spite of everything.“Yes,” she said. “I know your situation. It’s real bad. I cannot imagine how that must affect you.”“Yeah, well that’s for sure. Nobody. For causing you to never know your father."She reached across and grabbed my hand in hers, gently rubbing it. "It's okay. Really. I've gotten used to never knowing my father. I have a step-dad. And I know how bad the Black Knight was. If not you, then someone would have stopped him."I frowned, looking down at my lap. This was going to take some getting used to. I just knew I was going to look at everyone I passed, wondering if I was their father."I'm going to have to get used to the idea. We'll.