Holy smokes! I was surprised to see some very provocative photos on her Facebook page. I knew that sex appeal was a hallmark in the Hispanic culture, ...ut Maribel had taken sex appeal to a whole different level.I messaged her and thanked her for adding me as a Facebook friend. She sent me back a quick message, with a photo attached of herself, walking down the street, in her trademark cut off denim shorts, saying, “Gracias! I look forward to getting to know you better.”I wrote her back and. I then pulled my face back up, in a little less pain and slightly more refreshed, grabbed a washcloth from the vanity and soaked it in the water. I rubbed the cool wet cloth along my neck as I leaned on the basin with my left hand and sighed. ‘You’re supposed to be dead,’ croaked a voice from behind me. I turned, wincing in pain as I did so. He lay in the tub with several empty bottles of prescription medications around him and a half-gone liter of water crooked under his arm. His eyes were. I wanted him to know what he was giving up.We chatted and he pledged he’d make a fortune and come back to me. I knew he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t go if he wanted me. I could never leave Daddy so I knew it wasn’t true. But I was happy for him. He was about to live his life. The life he really wanted. After they left Daddy came up behind me as I stood at the sink wiping the surfaces down. He slipped his hands around my slim waist . I leant into him wiggling my bottom into his groin to get him erect.. .To wo b boli ke muze b ek baar sharab try krni hai… Maine use kaha ke room pe aa jao kal raat ko… Wo na boli… Mai use manane laga… Fir b wo nhi mani… Akhir me maine kaha ke agr pine ki ichha ho to muze kal 3 baje tak call krna… Muze ummid nhi thi uske call ki… Par 2:30 baje uska call aya aur usne kaha ke raat ko wo office se 8 baje dadar se nikalegi aur ek ghante me airoli station… Mai raat hone ka intezaar krne laga….Mai usse lene station pe gaya…ate waqt teen bottle beer li aur sath me.