She couldnt remember hurting herself, but figured that must be why there was a stinging feeling between her legs. They both shrugged it off and got on...with the day. That evening she was laying on her stomach drawing and listening to the radio. Her father was drinking again and remembering a vivid dream he had last night. He was in an unusually good mood this evening, which he attributed to his special dream, so he asked his daughter to come and show him her drawing. She happily pranced over to. Check kiya to 2:10 baje the mai sone hi wala tha tabhi mujhe fir se wahi aahat aai maine socha bhabhi hogi hua bhi wahi bhabhi thi wo aai or usi tarah se pesaab karne beth gai unki pesaab girne ki seeti ki aawaj mujhe bechain kar rahi thi.Maine ctrl khoya chupke se utha orpichy se ja k bethi hui bhabhi ko baho me bhar liya wo hadbada k uthne ko hui kaun hai mujhe dekh k boli anil tum maine kaha ha bhabhi wo boli dur ho ye kya hai maine unka hath pakda or unko dusri taraf bane ghaans foos jaha. ‘P-please don’t shoot me!’ I begged as I dropped the thingy, ‘I’ve already been in a p-plane crash, and swum really fucking far in the last 24 fucking hours! If you shoot me now, I may as well have stayed in the fucking plane!’ I felt some level of cockiness, arrogance and confidence flood me at this point, and was becoming less and less afraid of getting shot, and more and more sure that I could take them on, and win. I knew that these thoughts were fucking stupid as I had no combat training. "Julies' eyes lit up and she dropped down on the floor beside me and threw her arms around me and gave me a kiss on the lips and said, "Oh thanks Curtis, you're the best. And don't worry, I won't get lost!" So after telling her friend the good news she jumped up and grabbed her top and pulled it back on and then stepped into her skirt and zipped it back up and then went over and kissed her mother goodbye and then gave me another kiss and ran out of the house.I got up and sat back on the couch.