” “Thursday afternoon Clayton Morris asked if I could do an important special job for him but that it would probably take until 7:30 or 8:00. I s...id okay, since you were out of town.” Classic Claire naiveté, telling a pussy-sniffing asshole like Clayton that her husband was out of town, I mused. “Go on,” I earnestly said, squeezing her hands. “He told me that I did a great job and that it really helped the company, several times he rubbed my shoulders when I was working and I should have. Wednesday and Thursday afternoons we will be having a joint rehearsal, here’s a suggested list of some stuff we can play together.”She handed copies of a sheet of paper to all of us; the list of possible joint songs included ‘TNT’, ‘Long Way to the Top’, ‘Midnight Hour’ and ‘Cold Hearted Woman’. If we could get them playing with us on all of those, it would be a pretty hot performance. I was pretty excited about performing with the guys from AC/DC; not just me on stage singing with them, but. Oo,oo,,karte huwe jhatka khane lagi mai samajh gya rubi jhar rahi thi,tabhi sardar meri patni ki chutar ko lund par kach kcha kar chap kar chikh utha””le rani mera bhiii….leeeee”maine dekha sardar apna chutar pura upar utha kar jhatka khane laga,,uff sardar karib do mint tak lagatai jhatka khata raha jab ke mai to 2-4 second me hi thanda ho jata tha,,jab tak sardar jhatka khata raha meri patni fus fusati rai””uuuuf bap re bap,bas raza bas pura bhar gya,hai alla bahar girao,,lekin sardar pura. That said I began weeping in frontof her. I was at my wits end. I had just about given up any chanceof getting out of this and only saw worse days to come. I wasnoticing an increasing pattern of abuse towards me by not onlyJacklyn, but now the rest of the office as well. Who knew where itwas going to end. I was no longer getting any money and my bankaccounts were all in Jacklyn's name. She had made me completelydependent upon her and at the mercy of her every whim. I thoughtmaybe I could run.