To bhabhi ne mere ghar par hi rukne ka plan bna lia kyuki akele me dar lagta hai. Subah 8 bje preeti bhabhi mere ghar aagyi or breakfast and lunch ki ...reparation karne lag gayi or bacha mere saath khelne lag gya. 1 bje tak sab kaam khatam karke bhabhi thak gyi thi or unka bacha muje padhne nhi de rha tha. Mere saath khelne ki zidd karne lga. Bhabhi dantne lagi to nahi maana. Muje idea aaya k kyu nhi hide and seek khela jaye or hum sab chupke bahar nhi nikalege or bacha thak kar so jaega. Mene. I wasn't sure what to sell at that point, but selling is what I wanted to do. I felt it was the quickest way to make enough money to get a "take this job and shove it" fund. The name I gave my fund is courtesy of Johnny Paycheck, a country music star at the time of the story. A 'take this job and shove it" fund is pretty much what the title says. If I had this fund in reserve, I could tell my boss to "take this job and shove it" and not worry about money. I know, maybe a stupid idea; but I was. Demanding the return of my towel to protect what little remains of my modesty, Ben continues to make a joke of the situation. I beg, I plead, I cajole, I threaten, but eventually I just lunge. I miss completely, and fall into him, off balance. He catches me, laughing still, and I’m in his arms. Embarrassed slightly at being in such intimate proximity, I reach behind in one desperate grab for my towel. He lets it drop to the floor and catches my arm with his, so now my arm is caught behind him. This story is in such a time. A small realm that has existed peacefully for so many generations the people have no other recollection, even in the stories told by the old people. The realm has been led by a single family of descendants through the collective memory. The people live in equality and common-comfort. Everyone shares work. Everyone shares in the fruits of that work. The leading family even lives in modest circumstances in the spirit of that attitude of common experience.Despite open.