So I was feeling very bored all day all the time, and I keep complaining about it to my maid .I always dressed myself in western wear from my childhoo... and most of the time I spend in US I never wear a saree. One day I was just watching tv casually , my maid was sleeping the floor and I noticed that she was wearing a beautiful saree.i asked her about it and she said that there was a tailor who stitch the saree material and also sell these kind of sarees . I said I liked it very. Two years ago you were passing through Kansas city. You met up with a guy there, his name was Stephen Brewster. I can tell you don't remember his name, you probably never even asked him for it; like you didn't ask me for mine. He was probably just another nameless fuck to you among the many." He'd been a trucker for over twenty tears and had never strayed on the road. He loved my mom so much that he never even thought about it. He normally didn't take long hauls because he didn't want to be. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to say it. As soon as I did, I wished that I could have taken it back. I asked her, “Do you think that I am pretty)”She responded, “Sort of,” and scowled.I was convinced that Monica just wanted to belittle me or prove that she was dominant. Much more worldly than I would ever be. I was not feeling great.I turned on the vibrator and started to massage myself. I wanted this to go quickly. I closed my eyes.A few minutes later I felt the bed move.. One thing was true; I had always wished I could play with dolls. But how had that little girl known that? I screamed as my fingers touched the doll and what felt like a lightning bolt shot through my body. My muscles went rigid, everything hurt, and I was in agonizing pain. There was a bright light directly in my face, something over my mouth, voices and noises around me. I couldn't move, I couldn't think, mercifully I passed out quickly.+++ "What the hell are you doing?" The doctor yelled at.