“mujhe aap par pooraa bharosaa hai jeeju, fir bhee bahut dar lag rahaa hai. Pataa nahee kyaa hone vaalaa hai.” Rinku kaa dar kam nahee ho paa raha...thaa.Maine use fir se dhaandhas diyaa. “meree pyaaree saalee, apane man se saaraa dar nikaal do aur aaraam se peeth ke bal let jaao. Mai tumhe bahut pyaar se chodoongaa. Bahut majaa aayegaa.”“theek hai jeeju, ab meree jaan aapake haatho me hai.” Rinku itanaa kahakar palang par seedhee hokar let gayee lekin usake chehare se bhay saaf jhalak rahaa. We tongue kissed for a brief moment. I wanted more though. “Not too many sounds.” She hinted that her mother was behind her. She was still lying there like she had all the time in the world.“You are the one who makes the noises.”“It’s not true,” she said and kissed me again. “Are my lips dry?”It annoyed me how she kissed me and then went away again. “Nothing that bothers me.”“Mom?”She pushed up her shades. “Yeah?”“Can you buy us some ice cream?”“Of course, sweetheart.”She came back with three. This is my wife we’re talking about,’ I snapped. It’s interesting how one emotion can so easily lead to another, especially in their raw and more primitive states. My sorrow and loss felt for my wife had immediately turned into blind hatred. ‘Relax, big guy,’ Penny punched my shoulderand gave a small chuckle. ‘You’re just an idiot, that’s all.’ I huffed, literally exhaled like a raging bull towards Penny. ‘You’re going to have to explain yourself there, missy.’ She laughed a little and. I was small, but fast and we would play hide and seek and other games that inevitably ended with her crushing my small frame with her more developed body. I was a strawberry blonde, about 65 pounds and four feet tall. She was third generation Mexican and white and was a tall, beautifully formed, maturing, and young woman. One night my mom was on a long shift and Gwen was watching me at our house and I heard that heavy breathing I associated with sports, but this was different. I looked at.