.Go on, say it... Kim suddenly stopped crying. She pulled her hands from her face andnow, instead of pain or fear of memory, there seemed to be a loo... ofdistant confusion set upon her features. 'What am I suppose to sayhere?'Don't play stupid with me...'No really,' Kim answered herself, 'I don't know,'But she felt she should know. It was already out there. It was athing she did. It was a wish or maybe it was just a longing...There was a strained silence between mother and daughter, and. , “ Pepper began.He was going to continue his rant, but John backhanded him across the face knocking him to the floor. He shook his head trying to clear it.“I told you not to swear in front of my wife,” John said shaking a finger in Pepper’s face.Pepper glared at John wishing he knew how to fight. He hadn’t ever been in a fight, not even as a schoolboy. He knew that he would probably just flail away without accomplishing anything.He said, “I don’t care. Everything I own is back there, and I’m. On that day, she didn’t do anything further as Deepa was sleeping in the next room. We both went to the washroom and took bath together. That night, I wore her clothes and she wore mine. We both went to our room and slept like good girls.One day on Friday night, we all three decided to have beer as it was raining outside and while coming from the office we all got wet. Deepa was also ready to join us. This was good for both of us. So we went out and brought 6 beers. We cooked some starters and. ”“Ok Mister Aston,” they both said with big grins.“Just call me Aston,” said Aston. He had a feeling he knew which way this was going to go.“Oh no Mister Aston, our Mama told us to always be polite if we could with strangers,” said Gil.Aston’s shoulders sagged, ‘Yep,’ he thought, ‘polite kids are as bad as little hellions.’ “Ok, then. It’s not Mister Aston, its Mister Grey. Aston is my first name.”“Oh, we’re sorry Mister Grey.”Aston sighed, “Grab some wood that will make good clubs. I will.