Before that, there is still much to tell. Before that, there was a no."Can you spend a night with me?" I asked her once."A night?" Yes, a night." No,"...she answered. That 'no' made me sad, like a little child that asks their parents if he can ride the carousel.But so much happened before I asked her that question. I can't keep my focus. Athena told me once that I was a lousy storyteller."Don't take this wrong," she said, her hands doing something to her legs, half a caress, half a scratch. I. I love you…main kitni kush hoon kay mera aashiq mujhe itna pyaar karta hai…” Aur usnay apnay sexxxy lips mere lips par rakh diye, aur hum dono nay phir ek lamba french kiss kiya.Dheere say ghutno kay bal baith kar main bola – “Mujhe pyar hai tumhari is patli kamar say, jab tum chalti ho, to yeh kitni achchi lagti hai…kitni haseen…hum to bus ghayal ho kar reh jaate hain” – aur yeh keh kar mainey uski kamar par, uskay naval par kiss kiya. .ohhhhhh….ummmmmm….aur woh apney haathoon say mere face ko. I then apply Mommys make up. My job is to enhance her exquisite natural beauty and drive her lovers wild with desire. I start on her eyes. Applying liner to her closed lids, she shows her complete trust in me. I brush, light blue to pick up the cruel blue of her eyes. I blend. When she opens her eyes, they smoke. She looks at herself in the mirror. She nods. Approval. I beam with pride. She likes to apply her own lipstick. I watch transfixed as she makes her lips glisten red. Mommy sprays. Julie was lost in her thoughts and didn’t hear him come into the bedroom. She had just put on her nightgown when he came up behind her and embraced her tightly. ‘You look lovely sweetheart.’ He whispered lightly into her ear and Julie pressed back into him and put her head in the crook of his neck with a purr. ‘Oh, honey, I don’t want to fight anymore. I just don’t know how to do this, I don’t want to need you.’ Julie was starting to cry. Nick turned her to face him and brushed the tears from.