Number four is even more troublesome. Anna is pushing and pushing, and I’m whipping and whipping, until it finally, and slowly, settles in with the ...ther three. This is clearly painful for her, but she’ll get used to it.We could continue with this, but today I have other plans. So I have her push her ass into the air, her shoulders on the ground, legs spread. And I light the candles, making my sister into the world’s finest candelabra.The candles stick out of her asshole, which is angled. “It’s my ex,” I said, hoping it would be enough, but knowing that she would demand more. Nicely, of course. She’d be pleasant, but still demanding.Her expression showed sympathy and understanding. “Ex-boyfriends are the pits. If it’s not them phoning to try and get me to put out just one more time for them, it’s me phoning them when I’m really pissed to cry about not being with them. They’re the absolute pits! There should be a law that says when you split up, your ex has to move at least 50. Dadimai: tu ek kaam kar, ha padar kamrebhovti bandh. Aatya: ka? Dadimai: tyane tuza pot sampurna desel. Va tinech padar kadhun kamrela bandhala. Aata khari maja yeu lagli hoti. Aatyachi balls madhli dari pan aata disayala laagli hoti. Nantar ti duparpasun sandhyakal paryanta asech karat hoti. Tya mhataryane khup halchal keli. Pan to kahi ashane bara honar navta. He aatyala pan mahit hota. Asesh kahi divas gele. Mhatara aaplyakade pahto ani tyache ling tathate he aatyalapan aata mahit zala hota.. It is the first vision in which she's actually seen herself. The hair, the face, the pink bathing suit she's wearing, everything the same as today. This alone would have ordinarily been enough to rivet her attention--like having a twin sister, albeit one who's forever out of reach--but Gavin is there as well. A thrill runs through her as she watches. She's seen him countless times over the past several months, but never here. Never until two days ago as part of her own life.They are standing.