Basant panchami ke din jab main rajnish ke ghar gaya to pata chala ki wo apne relative ki office opening ki party mein shahar se bahar gaya hua hai au... uske mammi-papa bhi shahar mein nahi hai sirf didi hi ghar par hai, maine kaha chalo thodi der unse gappe maar leta hoon hum dono unke drying room mein baith gaye, didi ki aadat hai ki wo sofe par nahi niche baithti hai aur apni peeth sofe par tika kar baithti hai aaj bhi jab wo mere liye paani lekar aayi to waise hi neecheBaith gai lekin unki. “Bill. This is my mum, Maria. Maria, Bill.”“Hello Bill. I've wanted to meet you ever since Suzanne told me about your time with her in Melbourne.”Before I could reply she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me like a lover. At first I was startled, then I remembered that, by agreeing to come here, I had tacitly agreed to fuck her, so I returned the kiss as passionately. I put my hands on the thin strip of bare flesh between her skirt and her top, then slid my hands up her back underneath her. If you want to do something else, that can be arranged too. You look really tense, Violet. Why don’t you let us help you? Mr. Brown is a massage therapist. He’ll make you feel so much better. How about it?”“If you think it would help. I’m feeling really upset and tense.”“Come with us. We will make you feel so much better. I promise we don’t bite. Unless you want us too.”“Kimberly has always said you guys are really cool. I guess it would be alright. I really could use a nice massage.”Violet. I felt a lump in my throat as I remembered the words:How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with a passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a.