Meri mami bahut suner hai .mai unke figure ke bare mai itna he kahunga ki unko dekh te hi gale lagane aur choodne ka man karta hai .lakin mai unse doo... door rehta tha .meri mami ko mere mama pasand nahin the . Woh unse door he rehte thi. Surdiyon ki baat hai,ek din hum sub rajayi mai bathe uye the.mai apni mami ke kereb lata uha tha.achanak mene mehsoos kya ki unka haath mera hath me tha.unhone mera haath pakda hua tha .main thoda dar gya,lakin maja aa raha tha kyonki mene pehle bar unki skin. And she would have agreed.But Katy herself was not dull. Although she never danced, she loved to dance, had taken ballet, and in her high school years on rare occasions, had torn up the dance floor. At home alone, when no one was looking, she'd put on the music video channel, and as she did her housework would sometimes shimmy into dance moves. In college, at a party, she'd met a black man, they'd talked animatedly, kissed their tongues touching. She'd trembled like a leaf as his hand. We go to fight the Boches, and we will teach them a lesson.’ ‘I’m sorry, Marcel, but I cannot be happy about what is happening,’ I said. ‘War is nothing to be happy about, especially the kind of war you are about to fight.’ ‘Pah!’ Marcel spat. ‘It will all be over by Christmas. We’ll smack the Germans around a little, we’l get the provinces back and that will be the end of it.’ ‘Do you really believe that?’ I asked. ‘Who knows?’ Marcel said. ‘A little fighting to defuse things, let everyone. Now," he squeezed her jaw with his hand and shook it a bit. "What exactly does she think she knows?"Traci looked back at him defiantly, hatred burning in her eyes. The wonderful world she once knew was gone. Her illusions shattered, but she was determined not to give her sister away any further."Don't make me hurt you, Traci," Jefferson said taking a different tact. "I'd hate to mess up your pretty face." Do you think I'm stupid, Jonny? You will never let me go. And I'll never tell you any more.