Mera dimag thoda confuse hota hai ki abhi shaam ke time par kyun band hai gate to mai piche ke gate par chala jata haun wahan par piche ki key rahti h...i mai door ka lock khol kar enter ho jata haun.Mai jaise hi dinning room me enter hota haun to bahut tez awaz me mami ki awaz aa rahi hoti haiMai mama ke room ki taraf badhta haun aur dekta haun ki mama pura nange ho kar mami ko chod rahe hain aur mami bed par niche pade hue bol rahi haiS; aaahhhhhh aurr jor se kitne dino baad aaj maza aa raha. I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I. It was one of the laws, the unwritten ones, that might makes right, and if someone set these two preteen whores loose, someone else could take them away. All the vices were lorded over, fuck games and chance, dope and the black traders, and anything else a person might need to fill a hole. It was like quicksand with someone always there to pull the weaker down; and someone below them, and still others in the depths, the unseen rulers of all things dark.They were just rumors to people like. O'Neal for example gets her rent cut in half every month by cleaning vacant apartments to get them ready for new tenants." Staci started to say something, but Jonas held up his hand to stop her, "Don't get your hopes up. I only have so much of that kind of work and right now it's all I can do to keep Mrs. O'Neal busy and with only Social Security coming in she needs all the help she can get. What I have in mind for you is something that Mrs. O'Neal can't do. Not many are interested in a.