And I would have to say that the majority of the angst I had, after we came clean with our parents, was tied up in whether they would make her give it...up for adoption or not.I'm not trying to be dramatic about this. It really was up in the air for the next five months. Basically, what it came down to was that, because we had already exhibited a deficit of good sense and maturity (not physical maturity), the jury was out on whether or not we were capable of being good parents. By good parents, I. ‘I almost did. My best friend talked sense into me.’ A nervous laugh managed to escape. ‘I’ll have to thank her.’ We took time to look through our menus. The waiter came by and asked for my drink preference, also our order if we were ready. He was gone as fast as he appeared, carrying our orders to the cook and taking our menus away. We were alone again. I was still nervous and Kaden stared thoughtfully at me. Suddenly he asked, ‘What’s your story?’ The question startled me, it was unexpected.. Muje uski gori tange dekh kar nind hi nahi aa rahi thi. Main thoda usko kinchkar sone ka natak kar raha tha. Phir maine uske taang par meri taang rakh di. Dhire dhire main uski tango par haath ghumaya to o jag gayi aur boli Bhaiya, Bhabhi nahi honese aapko nind nahi aa rahi hain na; main chup chaap baitha. Phir usne kaha aap mujhe kinch kar so jayiye. Maine phir usko dabane laga to o garam ho gayi. Aur meri pant par haath daalne lagi. Main bi josh me aa gaya phir o boli main parkar aur chadddi. He smiled and said, “Clearly you haven’t learned a fuckin thing that a good slave cunt like you needs to learn!”Then he rested his huge hand on the bucket. The bucket containing the bricks that weighted down the rope, that pulled mercilessly on the jagged metal hook in Mikayla’s abused cunt.She screamed as he forced the bucket down. Her toes almost leaving the dirty grey concrete floor. “Stopppp, Pleasssse stopp.” She begged out.Roman grinned and then let go of the bucket. He looked inside it.