I am a singer cum guitarist too. I don’t work hard to become a decent musician because God has blessed me with a good sound from my childhood onward.... I know I am elaborating a little more.I have already told you the below story is the incident that happened in my life. So let me tell you in brief about my experience. The heroine of the story is my elder sister Bhavana, a perfect Indian figure. (I don’t know about her stats). She is 23 years old working as a government job employee in the. I knew she would neverhurt me. Over and over I would think why couldn't Dad be this way? Whycouldn't he be relaxed and leave me alone.Of course, we talked about it, Mom and me. She assured me over and overthat he loved me and was only hard on me because life was hard, and hewanted me prepared to face it. That reminds me; his next favoriteexpression after "thenk!" was "You think the world owes you a living,Timothy, but I'm here to tell you the world doesn't owe you nothing." Istill haven't. "Yoohoo, Andy?" He heard her voice from inside."On my way." He made his way through her apartment looking in both bedrooms expecting her under the covers of her big, four poster bed, but the comforter was perfectly flat and smooth. He looked in the closets and no Jackie."Where are you?" He felt lost and there was no answer. Did she bale on him? He checked the other room then saw the same images from his phone tacked to a cork board except in full color and blown up to 8 X 10s. God she was hot!. In a flash, Alice flung herselfover to me. She held my hands tightly and whined tearfully, "so,you'll buying blouses, skirts and dresses, won't you? No moretalking about being a boy?"Respectively, I nodded and shook anxiously to her questions. Shewas making me cry with her sobbing. I don't think I shed so manytears in my life until yesterday. But it felt so wonderful tolet go of myself.Ashley was always the cool cucumber among us. She placed herhands on her hips and remarked smilingly, "looks.