.Jo b ghar p hua ya uncle aise sharab pite h tum kisi ko nahi bataoge..Promise karo..Mene kuch n hola aunty bhot bat karne ki try ki but m chupchap rh... unko lga m bhot bura feel kar rh hu..To unhone n bola k btao..M kya karo k tum man jaoge…Nd all…Mene turant bola…K apne pura land dekh liya mera..Mujhe b aapki body dikho..To vo has k bolne lage..Bas..Mene bola ha bas..Fir holi I promise karo kisi ko nhi bologe y sab..Mene bola m koi pagal hu kya..To boli k aandr bed room me chalo..Me unhe ander. She wore a warm big smile with her red thick lips while approaching me. She smelled so good. Her odor made me felt like I was standing in a garden, surrounded by hundred different kinds of flowers. “Hey boy, how are you doing?” She asked while she was sitting on the sofa. In a second after she raised the question, she suddenly looked nervous, and covered her thigh with a cushion. I saw that she was trying to hide something from me. I guessed she just discovered that she left a dildo there. . ‘Well if you do, please use an assumed name. Don’t mention your father at all. Please don’t involve IAM in this. Most of the Religious Right already believes that we are blasphemers and heretics. Your father is the Anti-Christ. Don’t give them any more ammunition.’ We drove home. Everyone was waiting for us and we were mobbed when we got out of the car. Andrew looked so worried. I don’t now whether Emma had somehow let the others know about our little confrontation, or if the others had sensed. Usually he practiced this almost every night while he was watching porn videos he rented but tonight he had hooked up with a young college boy from the internet and they were to meet at the bar and Walter had agreed to come with him to his apartment where Nelson lived alone and he did not want to watch any porn tonight but hoping to perform in real, in person. Tonight he had planned not to be alone, letting his hands do the job; instead he was hoping to make young Walter to come back to his.