Isliye kharche ki koi chinta naa thi.Sushila hatti katti, lumbi aur gori thi, bimla dubli patli,lumbi lekin gori thi aur poonam toh bahut hi masum si,...gori, aur patli lekin avreage height ki hi thi. Sushila ne aate hi dono ke upar hukum chalate hue saaf safai karwayee,aur mujhe devar ki tarah hi treat kar rahi thi, mein bhi masum sa hi sharmau sa bana raha, raat ko sushila ne hi tay kiya ki, wo mere saath aur baki dono ek hi room mein soyeingi.Meine aanakani ki, aur sharmate hue masumiyat se. King leapt up, licking my face even as he powered me down to the floor, my shoulders hit the floor even before the door slammed shut. Sue grinning, watching as King forced my legs apart, nipping my thigh when I didn’t spread quickly enough. Right then I was more interested in checking my head was ok after nearly bouncing off the floor. King didn’t care, he wanted to fuck, and I was his new bitch.I’ve fucked a lot of dogs, never before had one nipped me, it hurt. It sure made me obedient to his. None is forthcoming, and Ihave no choice but to collect myself and do my best to carry on theconversation."Your story?" I ask. "As in a biography?" You make it sound so official," he chortles and tastes his beer. "I justgot this picture of a huge leatherback tome collecting dust on a shelf inthe Library of Congress or somewhere. No, that's precisely what I don'twant. I want a nice little story you can actually read without wasting ayear of your life on it, a piece that tells people I existed. He had mostly kept his mouth shut and helped theother children which were fine with the teachers. The teachers took allthe kids out for bathroom time. In preschool, everything is regimentedinto times. Playtime, nap time, bathroom time, etc. he had gotten intothe boys' line, but the teacher made him use the girls' bathroominstead. He peed standing up, but no one seemed to care.At 3, Debra picked him up, just like all the other moms (and a fewdads). He got into the back seat and was buckled.