Khala ne mojh se kaha ke beta mein tomhare kamre ki safayi kerne ayi hoon, mein ne kaha ke khala ap safayi ker lein to onhoon ne jharoo pherna shoroo ...er diya or mein apna perhta raha, achanak hi mari nazer khala ki tarof pari wo jhok ker jharoo paire rahein theen, jis ki waja se on ke khole gale mein se on ki mooti mooti chaatiyan nazer aa rahin thein, mein to on mooti chatiyoon ko dekh ker heraan reh giya mein ne aj tak atni mooti or bari chatiyaan nahi dekhein theen, khala ki chatiyoon ko. He released her nipple from his teeth and licked it before biting it harder. She moaned a little louder and wiggled slightly. He sucked the nipple lightly, flicking his tongue over it and bit even harder. He had never bit her this hard before but in the past she had always encouraged him to bite her nipples harder than what he normally felt comfortable with. As soon as his teeth clamped down her hands flew over her mouth and her eyes popped open wide. He could hear the muffled moan. But except for the sweat soaked sheets and the tousled bedclothes there was no evidence of sexual release on my part. Several weeks into this dream state I began to become worried. Was I having some kind of nervous breakdown? What was going on with me? Why was I so tired all the time? I know you won't believe this next part of my story, I'm not even sure that I do. But about half way through one night I woke up. I think there was some sort of loud noise outside like a car accident or some kind. When we reached room #18, she opened the door and held it open for me. I walked inside hesitantly, unsure of what to expect. Leaning inside the room, Annabelle reached over to the wall switch and flipped on the lights. To my relief, nothing was out of the ordinary. Single bed, cozy accommodations, just as I’d helped Uncle Henry arrange it. In my paranoia, I continued to look around the room, half-expecting some dark twisted secret to reveal itself. Unfortunate, I didn’t have to wait any.