Compassion was not a survival emotion in prison and my compassion had been suppressed for a long time. My work at the clinic was slowly reviving that ...orgotten emotion and I was trying very hard to remember. But, this is how my mind was functioning now and would dictate my actions toward Nan as this first meeting progressed. I know that sounds cold and distant, but my reality for five years, six months and three days was an eight by twelve foot cell. My return to civilized behavior was not that. In the post-shortage economy of the Diaspora, getting a promotion didn't get you any physical benefits, but it did give you an ego-boost. It meant that your superiors felt you were worthy of higher things. They tried desperately not to promote a soldier or sailor to the level of his or her incompetency. Occasionally, they succeeded. Every assignment Fahim went on, he knew he was being watched and graded. As a lance-corporal, he himself was expected to watch and grade his men, looking for those. The dance floor was already filling inside the tavern. The girls headed for the bar for their first round, and proceeded to find a comfortable spot to stand. Marie was feeling great, her body was moving so good again, she was enjoying the fact that she could just enjoy herself without feeling the constant ache she had been suffering for such a long time. She motioned Mick to join her as the made their way to the dance floor. One thing about Mick, she thought, is that she sure likes to cut a. Main bhu maa ka saath de rahi thi .Fir maa ne mere suit utar diya aur salwar bhi.Ab main bhi panty aur bra mein thi.Fir maa ne mera pnty utar diya.Maa ne boor dekha mera aur khus ho gayi .Maa ne kaha tera boor tooh ekdum sakht aur tigt hai.Fir maa ne mujhse kaha ki aaj hum dono ek doosre ko chodenge.Maine kaha maa se yeh kaise mumkin hai toh maa ne kaha ki koi baat nhi mai sikha dungi .Ab puri nangi ho gayi.Aur let gayi.Maaa ne mujhe bhi pura nanga klaar diya.Maa ne mujhese kaha kit u apni jib.