"Come on Molly," I say. "Let me see your body." Molly acts almost shy, but after a moment she stands and pulls off her clothes, letting them fall to t...e floor. She has a great body and her breasts, bigger than mine, look so good on her. I climb into the bed with her and we kiss again, but as we do my hand goes to her breasts. I feel each of them for a second then break our kiss. I push her back down onto the bed. I get on my knees beside her. "I've never done this before," she says. "Don't. Main unke pass jake unko apne baho me le liya aur unka sir apne kandhe pe rakh ke pith thap thapai to woh roti hui boli, “meri jindagi ko nark bana diya hai is jallad ne. Pyar ka naam chhodo aise behave karta hai mano main uski juti hu. Jab dekho marta hai. Mein bhi aurat hu. Mere bhi kuch armaan hai, icchhhayen hai. Lekin woh nahi manta.”Main unhe dilasa deta raha, aur woh mere baho me roti rahi. Raat kaphi der hone chali thi. Aur woh boli “aap bishvas kare aaj main bahut khush hu, kyon ke. Next day jab hum me laptop pe game khel rha tha to wo. Aayi muje uski awaaj sunai di maa se baat krte huve me sure tha ke wo uppar toh jaroor aayegi maine jald se game offf kiya bf on krke muth marne laga aur wo aayi usne door khola dekha ke me bf dekhte huve lund hila raha hun toh. Wo pass aakar haste huve boli ki ye baccho ki kya harkate kr rha he. Maine bola sorry pr ab gf nhi he aise he kam chalana padta he. Toh wo hasi fir muje thoda garam krne lagi yaha wahan hath lagake fir boli ke me ek. There was a love child that the conductor and Miranda shared. And August Donáti had been born and raised in Hungary—an Eastern Europe country. Yes, it all fit into place. It perhaps should have lifted a great burden of doubt off Ally’s shoulders to know the likelihood of this after all these years. But, strangely, it didn’t. It didn’t make her resent Donáti—certainly not in the vein that her mother resented all men. He had died in the late eighties, so there wasn’t even any question of.