No. I have to be more reliable. A better son.“Hello mom, why didn’t you tell me you were moving?” “Who told you that? Yes, honey I put the hou...e up for sale and it sold a lot quicker than I thought it would. Honestly I didn’t tell you because you’ve been so caught up with work. It’s not like you come see me very often, but now I will be closer to you and you can visit more.”Well, that sounds reasonable. Wait, no. She still should have said something. This is a big deal, right? I know I should. Then a third boy and finally I saw my own son running away as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He probably had I just didn’t know what it was yet.As I drove into my garage I recollected as to how our three-car garage had turned into a storage room and my wife now parked her car outside. I had refused to allow her to use my parking area for storage.When I got out of my car and hit the switch to close the overhead door I decided to look around and see what the boys had been up. .Or ab usko bardast nahi ho raha tha….. Boli plez jaldi dalo na…Phir ham apna hat sa uska chut ko ragarna laga…….Yo abaj karna lagi ho ooo ooo oo haa haa haahmm….Phir ham uska sath lip kissing karna laga…Or upper sa nicha tak usko kiss kea…. Mujsa v bardast nahi ho raha tha.. …. Ham dhera sa dalna laga….. Jana nahi raha tha to 3 – 4 bar kosis kar ra to gaya and usko maja ana laga phir ham jor ka jatka mara to yo chila pari to ham thoda sa bahar nikal lea or uska sath lip kissing kar na. I have never felt soterrified, so helpless, in my life. "Let’s go." It is a long walk, an hour at least, by my reckoning,and not easy going. My bare feet find countless twigs, thorns, roots; afterthe first ten minutes, I am hobbling. Worse, branches sometimes flick back,catching my shoulders or face, whipping my breasts. Unable to see where I amgoing, I rely on the warnings of soldiers who obviously care little for mycomfort. The heat is awful, my own bare arms wet, my fatigues soaked and.