Usne hadbadi me phone utha kar rakha. Mene pucha to boli woo credit card wale he. Me soch raha tha ki woo to call karte he raat ko msg nahi karte he. ...her mene dyaan nahi diyaaur khana khatam kiya aur niche cigi pine chala gaya. Thodi dur pe yaad aaya ki me phone bhul gaya hu. Lene gaya to dekh mamata kise se baat kar rahi he aur bol rahi he mene kaha tha na raat ko kuch nahi karana nahi to bhai ko shak ho jayega. Me samaz gaya ki eska ko e chakkar chal raha he.Next day hi mene chuke se uski. ”“You, Cutty ... you misbehaved, punished yourself. Kind of.”Ms. Brendan frowned a bit in wonder, “I didn’t figure you to be so stupid to get drunk and get raped. Let alone expose your daughters to the same danger. They were lucky they made a better choice in their man than you did.”“You ended your vacation being fucked all night and day by a local black gang. In front of your family, in a respectable luxurious hotel. The latter was obviously wasted on you. You know your daughters saw you. She was about 5 ft tall an a chubby size 12 with large boobs , we had not had sex yet just a lot of fooling around she would let me touch her, she would sometimes wank me off but no sex yet . at eighteen years old this was hard for me to handle but I had ways of sorting myself out.Michelle's mum Anna would let me stay over on the weekends and on Monday mornings when Michelle had gone to school and Anna to work and before I left to go to my own job at the gym I would have a little look around. The last, lingering kiss before we parted, her standing in the door watching me leave, these things told me that loneliness was over. I didn't realize how much the past days had affected my demeanor until one of my co-workers, the department admin, bouncy, thirtyish, cute in her own plump way, and VERY married, said something."What's up with you?" Debbie asked."Nothing. Why?" I countered."You just seem a whole lot more relaxed, is all," she said."Life is just better, sometimes," I smiled."Yeah..