She pulled out a bag of frozen carrots and peas. She steamed them in the microwave. She threw some pre-cooked bacon into a frying pan to heat it up. S...e chopped it up. Lanique strained the pasta and mixed into the pan with the bacon and veggies. She poured in a jar of alfredo sauce. “Dinner’s ready,” she yelled.Everyone ate in peace. Gary still sat on the couch kind of numb. At 8:59 p.m., Gary turned the TV to a local station. The winning numbers were about to be drawn.The white woman toggled. "Four," Esmarelda corrected."In total, yes," I agreed and then bit my tongue, rather than suggest that one was, as she manifestly was, ugly."Three tolerable beauties and poor Clara," Fitzgibbon opined, "Poor girl." I shall make it my business to find her a faithful husband," I promised."Business," Fitzgibbon retorted, "It would be a life long career, no sir, open a brothel that they might be an income not the incessant drain on my funds that they have become." He is demented with fever," Lady. Hamari families achi friends ban gayi to hum dono bhi frank ho gaye aur number wagaira bhi exchange ho gaye.Fir chats shuru hui, normal chats se sex chat pe pahunchne ke liye hardly ek month laga hoga hame. Kyuki jitni innocent wo dikhti thi, usse kahi zyada wo horny thi, aur main bhi.Late night chats mein main hamesha usko kya pehna hua poochta tha. Wo batati thi, aur hum kuch fir doosri baat karne lag jaate the. Dheere-dheere hum thoda dirty talks ki taraf mud rahe the, par wo kam interest. Why me? It had been a long hard few weeks cooped up in the little attic space andthe food was running low. Coming close to winter the wind was blowing outsideand the chill of the air had begun to seep through all the cracks in the roofchilling me to my very bone. My husband Joe was asleep at my side as I lay awake hoping and dreamingof what I would do as soon as this war was over, how I longed to ride my bikedown to the woods again and feel the wind in my long unusually red hair andthe goose.