Wo kareeb 6 ft hoga . uski built Punjabi type thi aur dikhne mein wo theek lagta tha . lekin wo bahut tharki tha . colony ki sabhi aurton aur naukrani...on ko wo gandi tarah se ghoorta tha . kali gori kaisi bhi usko bas chahiye thi . colony ka ek kala patla sa ladka dinu uska dost tha . dinu ki mummy lakshmamma ekdum kaali se malyali(keralite) aurat thi aur shaam ko office se aane ke baad apne baal kholke nighty mein walk karti thi . sonu , dinu ki kali kutiya jaisi dikhne wali mummy ko bhi buri. I was walking down a highway and it was getting to cold and i need a ride home. i stuck my hand out to flag down someone. a few cars past but no one was stopping. finally a car stopped next to me. the car was blue and a little on the old side. the window rolled down and this guy called out saying get in i give you a ride. i got into this car and there was this older black man driving he was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans. as i got in he asked me my name and i gave it and i asked. ." Yes?" I must have them," she insisted. "If we cannot have children, you must release me."Boris blinked. Upon reflection, this made sense, however -- if he could not father children by her, she would lose respect for him -- that was a given. "Da. How long?" One year?" Leticia offered. "Longer, if we go for fertility work, or until a problem is found?" Da. Is fair." If he couldn't father a child by her in a year, they would have issues. "You are on birth control?" Yes." Ninety days for it to. ‘I’m going for an early shower baby, you want to use the bathroom’? Daddy was now in his late forties and we had lived together as a single parent f****y for ten years, mother having gone her own way to do her own thing, leaving us to bond and get to know each other, in a way, some might think unhealthy. To the big bad outside world we were a father and loving daughter, but behind our green painted house door, we were free spirits enjoying our little secrets, yes daddy had lots more than I did,.