Upar se niche niche se upar Malish karti gayi boss bola good, kaha se sikha kamala kuch nahi boli boss ne phir kaha kamala malish acche se kar rahi ho... isliye mera viirya aane wala hai ise zameen par mat girne dena kamala sochna lagi. Tabhi boss thodi badi aawaz main bola muh kholo kamala bina kuch soche kamala ne muh lholdiya aur pichkari ik dhara side muh ke bhiar pahuchi kamala ko virya pina pada boss ne kaha kamala tumne Meri taklif dur ki, thank you very much boss usdin kamala ko rest. This would be an everyday occurrence when she and my wife's sister came over to visit. As she got older, she would come up to our house and stay the weekend. I would look forward to her visits more and more as she grew older. Sometime around age 13 she started to develop into a beautiful young woman but she still sat on my lap during each visit. I don't know if her mother or my wife said something, but around age 15 she stopped our little ritual of sitting on my lap.One weekend shortly after. "You were very brave, put up a good fight," I said, smiling at her.She smiled her thanks, and I poured her some more wine."It was a terrible feeling," she said in almost a whisper. "Knowing what those men were going to do to me. They looked like animals, wolves, ripped my dress to shreds, pawed me." She put a hand to her chest."A rough bunch," I said."I don't know how you moved so fast," she said, her eyes holding mine."Neither do I," I told her very honestly."I mean," she said, "I'm sure it. The first incident was an eye opener. The second incident was a shocker. The third incident was something that went well beyond what I ever thought could happen. And every time something happened with her, I wanted more to happen. Quite honestly, I couldn't believe it. I didn't want it to stop.After it progressed, quite honestly, I did not figure it would continue as far as I wanted. I thought eventually it would stop. I was very wrong.I had the fear that my step-daughter Karly's mom would.