”Wo kitchen ki taraf jane lagi lekin maine uska hath pakad ke usey apni ore khicha aur use apni baaho me lete hue kaha- “chai baad me, pehle thoda...pyaar to dedo..”Aur hamare hoth dobara mil gaye.. Chumma-chaati karte hue humne fir se ek dusre ke kapde utaar diye aur maine usey bed pe patak diya.. Uski garden pe choomte hue main niche utarne laga.. Uski chikni chut (jo ki usne aaj subah hi saaf ki thi) firse gili hone lagi aur jaise hi maine apna muh waha rakha wo ekdum se machal uthi.. Uske. Her father had yelled at her, spanked her and worse of all the feeling that he didn't love her anymore.Mrs. Gundy lowered her eyes and carefully retreated not even bothering to pretend that she had won. She was very confused. Never before had she questioned herself in such detail. All the girls except Liz thought that any offender to stir up Mrs. Gundy was due for the strap. She would lay ten on each hand, somehow gathering strength from the act itself leaving happy at the outcome. All that. "Leaving already?" I asked."'Fraid so, son, he said as Mom entered from the kitchen. "'Fraid so."I could see that Mom had been crying. She looked a little angry, too. I was about to ask what was wrong when she spoke."Tell him why," she said, her voice full of bitterness.Dad gulped as he silently looked first at Mom and then at me."Go ahead, you son-of-a-bitch," Mom demanded. "Tell him why."Dad never said a word. He just turned and walked toward me. He stopped long enough to give me a hug and. "Why Don, you do have a way with words!" she said shyly as she fished out her sun cream; " now, would you be a real pal and put some of this on my back please?" she said glancing at me invitingly.Max had appeared amongst his guests wearing an air of celebrity, his short goatee beard set off by a bright yellow Fred Perry shirt." Ha! Mine Host." I said spotting Max."Mm, nice shirt" I whispered into Val's ear and she giggled causing her breast to shake as my fingers worked on her shoulders." Yes.