He undid the sturdy buckle at the front of the new blue jeans and undid the button and zipper then quickly unbuttoned the cuffs of the heavy flannel s...irt. He pulled the heavy shirt off and tossed it in the back then removed the stiff blue jeans, the sheer nylon stockings underneath issued a whispering zip as the heavy denim was pulled away to reveal stunningly smooth, shapely ladylike legs, the tight sheer nylon gleaming even in the faint light from the parking lot. The fabric of the black. Because of this, I have always been the dorky, weird guy who sometimes makes cute comments that make girls feel bad for him.This changed two hours ago. I was writing a random story when I got a really strong feeling. I suddenly knew that I can rewrite reality. I was sure I was hallucinating, but I wanted to try it anyway. I opened a new word document and typed it is snowing outside; a blizzard is blanketing the streets. If I'm crazy, at least I can pretend I was just writing a story. I click. Mere daddy 50 saal ke hai or vo kheti ka kaam karte hai ab mai apni story pe aata hu ye baat aaj se 20 din pahle ki hai hamare ek karib ke rishtedar ki death ho gai thi jis karan mere daddy ko vaha par jana pada or vo vaha par kuch din rukne vale the ab ghar par sirf mai or meri maa rah gaye theHamara ghar ek gaon me hai jo city se kuch hi duri par hai meri maa ek house wife hai or vo jayadatar apne ghar ke kaam me busy rahti thi meri maa subah sham bhains ka doodh nikalne ke liye makan ke. We have not filed the papers as they were missing a last name.’ ‘Her name is Fay Marie Chapman.’ I said. ‘Marie?’ Vicky asked. ‘It’s the name of the old woman that won’t let go of our daughter.’ ‘Fay Marie Chapman it is,’ Vicky said in confirmation. Mom and Fay seemed to be on the verge of tears. I asked Vicky to join me in the kitchen since the best chance of eating supper was going to be if we served it ourselves. ‘You two figure out how the wedding part is going to work,’ I said to Mom and.