. Arey! Kiya bolu kiya gaand thi ekdm soft… Maine phir dheere dheere unki saare ke under hath dalne laga.. Kiya bolu me … Kiya feeling thi… Acha...ak bhabhi jag gayi aur mujhe dekh liya… Tab mere hath unki gand me tha… Me dar gaya…Aur hath bhar nikal diya… Aur unko srry srry bolne laga….Bhabhi ne bola ke yea kiya kar rhe the… Me teri bhabhi hu… Teri girlfriend nhi… Rukh me abhi sab ko bolti hu tere bareme… Me dar gaya tha… Aur unko srry srry bolta rha… Maine bola bhabhi aaj ke baad labhi bhi nhi. ”**After leaving Tiffany’s house, Stacy walked to a bus stop where she took a bus to the mall. She’d parked her car at Nick’s house on the other side of town the night before and wasn’t looking forward to the awkwardness of trying to retrieve her car without running into him. Going to the mall would give her a chance to engage in some retail therapy while she thought about what she wanted to do next. Part of the reason she never got too attached to other boys was because she didn’t want her. As he held his daughter, he realized how far she had come since his release from prison. All of the sudden, it all seemed worthwhile. He recalled seeing Ashley for the first time standing on the porch of Seth and Annie's house, skinny as a rail, and dressed in filthy rags. Her hair was scraggly and dirty and she smelled bad. She had come a long way since then and he felt his heart swell as he thought of the difference in her.Callie was watching from the kitchen and after awhile she wanted to. I needed to catch just a glimpse. Down the stairs I slowly crept, holding my breath yet again in a vain hope to render myself silent. I heard the creak of a turning faucet, then the burble and rush of running water. My intruder was at the sink. I moved the bottom step and craned my head to see around the kitchen doorframe… and there he was. Noisy bastard was washing his hands… of blood. My blood. He stood nearly as tall as me, and was wearing torn blue jeans and a bloody sweatshirt. I swear–.