You’re a fucking whore, a fucking whore…and so on. I was getting close, I’d been doing her for a while but wanted to see if I could pull off one...last thing. I leaned in and told her I wanted her to tell me what she was and she did it. Looked me in the eyes and told me she was a whore. I told her husband to come in and listen and told her to say it again. For the first time, she seemed slightly apprehensive. I grabbed her by her nipples and pinched and she blurted it out to him. “I’m a whore”.. .. that Marilyn hadbeen watching at the door!It wasn't easy for Ronnie Goodge to bring up his young son alone, his wife had lefthim when the boy was only three years old and he had never heard from her since,nor wanted to for that matter. Over the years Ronnie had had more than onegirlfriend and several times he had been tempted to re-marry but he had never quitefelt strong enough about any one girl to tie the knot. He was fatally attracted to hissister-in-law Marilyn, and now with his. Ek restaurant ke bahar wo ruke aur andar chale gaye. Kuchh der mein Aakash aaya. Main dekhte hi samajh gaya ki wahi hai. Andar pahunchte hi Sanjana ko hug kiya aur sonal se handshake. Kareeb 2 ghante baad, wo restaurant se nikle. Teenon ne alag Autos liye aur ekdusre ko bye kar diya. I was sure ye chaal sanjana aur Aakash ki sonal ko jhansa dene ki thi. I followed Sanjana. She stopped at a chemist shop and then continued. Main sab samajh raha tha. Main unko karte hue pakarna chahta tha.Soon wo. ‘You mean the one you’ve kept under your bed for the last five years?’ He smiled at her, getting on his knees and reaching out blindly for the old designer shoebox she’d taken from her mother after a Harrods sale. Gemma laughed at her foolishness. ‘Yeah, that one.’ Ryan opened the box which was bursting with photos and letters, some of which spilled out. Gemma squealed with delight as she stumbled across a multitude of memories. Ryan noticed an envelope that must have fallen on the floor..