See you tomorrow?”“Yeah, buddy. Sorry.”I barely registered his reply and walked away. The headache was spiking and I walked in a daze to the sch...ol bus. Outside the pain, I could hardly register anything. Someone shook me as my stop came up and I got down in a daze to walk to my home.I passed my step mom as she gave me a fake smile but I couldn’t muster any strength to greet her. I stumbled up the stairs and vaguely heard my dad call out to me.“Not now dad, I’m tired. We’ll talk tomorrow,” I. Maine suman pahli dekh tab se mai uspe fida hogaya use chodne ke sapne dekh ne laga aur do teen din me mai ek bar use soch ke mutti marta tha me suman ki boobs dekhne liye humre ghar bajume ek boorwell hai vaha wo kapde dhone ati use boorwell ke side me ek janda gad hai waha ake mobile leki bait jata tha.Humare gaon me network bara bar nhi ata us jande ke pass toda acha network aata hai isliye muje pe sakbhi nahi karta ta me use ghorta rahta ta wo jab juke kapde dhoti thi tab uske photos nikal. .... however,she didn't actually know at this point exactly what she didn't know.The cab driver was a friendly sort and asked where we were off to. Not wanting to extend a conversation I told him we were just on a day trip, not sure where and told him it was a lovely day for it etcetera. My excitement was building and I did my best to quell it before leaning across towards Kate and gesturing with my head that she should do the same. "What are you?" I asked her."I'm a passenger" she. It all came conversations going and there was all kinds of drink poured. It just seemed like a great atmosphere but I did not feel really at ease. Suddenly said one of those mocros "hey pull blouseje 'ns and go here' ns are horny white bitch". I felt just magically forced to also go straight to do it. Very strange was that. I was so in the middle in between them there. Six mocros hung in the couches and chairs around me and I pulled my blouseje out. Well skirt said another. And so my bra and.