So getting to a destination quickly, and without incident, was a priority. I pulled into Livingston Park, the radio still blasting and found a shade... spot along the tree line. I could hear the kids playing at the playground across the parking lot. And there was a plethora of people walking the trail that circumferences the prominent pond. I was watching without watching, letting the alcohol do its thing while enjoying the crisp Spring breeze that New England enjoys every year. That was until. "You're erect, young man! You're enjoying this!" she hissed."Mom! I'm NOT enjoying this!" I gestured at my crotch. "And I can't help it! I'm TRYING to watch out for us. It's just you and me here against this whole crazy-assed world! But if you think I'm doing something wrong, you can go it alone if you like! I have just-- " Allen! Allen! I'm sorry. I apologize. I just-- this is creepy! The people that we know and love, acting... like this! It's-- " How is Troy's little cock-whore?" Uncle Troy. That was unusual as he normally didn't get home for at least an hour later, sometimes, two hours later. Something else unusual; our minister was with him."What's wrong, Daddy? Don't beat around the bushes, Daddy, your home early and with the minister. What happened?" Freckles, I'm sorry to say that there's been an accident. A car accident. Mom's in the hospital and in a very bad way. Reverend Goodson and I were waiting for you to take you to see your mother." Oh my God, Daddy. Let's get. .or meiny aik hi jhatky mein zoor sa uski choot or gand sa wo nokila lun nikal dia……..or wo tarap uthi or is sa pehly ka dono surakh randi ka bund hoty apna lun daal dia pehly choot mein or phir gand mein…………bari bari……….uski gand ka sara gund mery lun ko lag gaya……Sali harami ki ulaad, randi tu ny mery lun ko gunda kar dia or phir meiny wohi lun waisa hi uska muon mein daal dia……..or jab tak dobara chamak nahi gaya bahir nahi nikala……….wo ab mafian mang rahi thi but abhi tu kahani shuro hoi.