She dialled up a local taxi number on hermobile, and arranged to be met at the local petrol station where shestocked up on cash and cigarettes. She w...s getting used to the factthat every time she stepped outside she lit up, which was fine whilstwaiting outside the petrol station again for the cab, but weird outsidethe cab when there were only ten yards walk to the door. But she didn'tworry about it. She went quietly in and quietly up the stairs to herroom. Feeling the impact of little. “He’s never fucked a Paki before – I think he’s a bit confused…” Then he realises what he’s said. “I’m sorry… Eh… I didn’t mean to offend ye…”Bismah waves him off. “You know it’s funny. I’ve been called Paki before and it doesn’t even bother me anymore. My parents brought me here from Pakistan, I AM a Paki…” She looks down, ashamed for a second. “Actually, I quite like being abused like that… To be called names. It makes this seem a bit dirty, you know?”Drew smiles. “Oh, I can do that for you…. Holding her head firmly by the neck, Rahul dunked Sapna’s head into the toilet bowl and flushed. Soon, Sapna was convulsing uncontrollably, as her lungs ran out of air and shit stained water started to enter her airway. Through the entire struggle, Rahul forcibly held down his mother’s head, drowning her in the process. After about three minutes, as Sapna’s struggles started to weaken, Rahul let his mother up for a breather. She came up gasping and sputtering for air, “Please,” wheezed Sapna,. In my perfect fantasy world I would like nothing better than to visit you & you open the door dressed in a high collared, buttoned blouse & a black pencil skirt with a slit at the side, black rose printed stockings & knee high black boots.I don’t approach you immediately. I need to drink in your exceptional beauty & after I grab you by the waist with one hand a pull you in, you wrap your arms around me & we have a slow, long kiss.We enter the apartment & you serve me a scotch. You take sip of.