"That's what a wife is good for.Get used to it. We're going to be doing this every fucking day for therest of your miserable life."Daddy was the one d...ing all the work, lifting my head up and thenpulling me back down hard. He was fucking my throat and it hurt atfirst. I hadn't done that before, but I kept my eyes on his, showinghim that I loved it. I loved him and I wanted to learn how to be agood wife. This was all I was good for, I knew that, and so I wantedto be the best at it. I was almost. I heard a soft bell, and Stephanie announced that she would be bringing them to the conference room momentarily.Stephanie escorted them in, and introduced me. "Mr. and Mrs. Walstorm, and Harold, this is Mrs. Adams, the Administrator and founder of Plainfields." We shook hands and appraised each other. One of the reasons I was en-femme was to get a chance to judge the reactions of the applicant. When I saw fear and revulsion, then resignation from Harold, I stiffened momentarily. Mr. Walstorm. You’re lucky to be here. A boy saved your life.”“What happened to me?” asked Joanna. “Which boy?” She had feeling who it might be, but if real life was anything like as weird as the dreams had been, she didn’t want to let slip anything that might bring her sanity into question.Yelena took Joanna’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “We’re not supposed to talk about it. Some government agents want to ask you some questions first. Your father’s here too, he just slipped out to fetch coffee.”As if. However, Parto Uncle took all the responsibility. He took us to his home and subsequently Di married to Subrato even though he was not at all agree to marry. Now we called uncle as baba since he became the FIL of Di. Baba converted our house to a guest house which in turn became a good source of income. Subrato was engaged in guest house, but he was not at all happy, his intention was some thing else. One day, just 4 months of marrage he left the home without informing any body. Baba tried his.