By the sound of it I woke up and lifted myself up . Just to see her standing in front of my bed . She had a short black nightgown on . A mixture of bl...ck with white leaves on it . Her thighs were clearly visible to the eye . The tissue was so thin , that I could see her nipples through it . Instantly I got a boner . In a demanding way she was looking at me . Seconds later I rose up from the bed . Looking at her and wondering what might come next . Slowly Judy came to me . Then sat beside me on. Main – mai bhi…main apni maa ko bahut miss karta hoonMaa- main bhi apne bête ko bahut miss karta humMai -kya main aap ko maa keh sakta hoonMaa- kyou nahi beta.Main-aap kya Kolkata main akali rahti haiMaa- haa..Main-aap ko kya apka bête ka rooj yad ata haiMaa- haaaMain- to aap ko bête se pyar ho gaya hai..Maa- haaa…bête se pyar to he he…Main- main mari maa ko bohut pyar karta hoo…woo bhi mujhe bahut pyar karti hai…jab mai ghar jata hoon…agar papa gharmain nahi hoo to hum dono khali chip ke rahte. When I finally awoke, I was sitting in a group of girls, some from my village, around my age, surrounded by a group of armed men wearing off-white head coverings. One of the other girls started to cry and it became infectious. I felt myself tear up too when I saw one of the men walk over and kick the girl until she stopped. A man with a blue head covering walked over to our circle. He began to speak in a raspy voice, “Hello girls. My name is Aapep. You girls are now slaves. But not just any. She then removed her hand and said very quietly, “Keep it.” I was just about to ask her why, when the stranger’s body jumped up and grabbed me. I let out a scream and forced the stake into his heart. He fell to the ground quickly and I knew he was really dead. The woman bent down and pulled the stake out. This time, she handed me the stake. I quickly accepted it. “Thanks,” I said She still stood silent. “My name’s…” “I know who you are,” she said still ever so quietly. She looked into my eyes..