Meri maa wha bhi randipana karti thi. Papa ke office chale jaane ke baad saj sawar ke niche makanmalik ke ghar pahuch jati thi. Ek baar maine ravi ko ...aa ki gaand pe hath rakhe hue bhi dekha tha aur maa use kuch nahi bol rahi thi.Meri maa ki ravi aur rakesh k saath bhot baat hoti thi. Aur dono logo ki nazar meri maa ki gaand pe hi hoti thi. Mujhe maa pe poora shaq tha ke vo makanmalik se chudwati hai. Ek din dopahar me mai so rha tha.. Meri aankh khuli to maine dekha maa vha nahi hai.. Maine. “Not in the biblical sense of fucking, that is. He gave me what I was craving, going down on me and I would give him blowjobs in return. We 69’d a couple of times, but he only ever came on me, not in me.” Her hands gripped mine as she urged me to believe her.“Did you love him?”“No,” she cried out. “If it hadn’t been for my stupidity with the drugs, the best he would have got was a kiss goodnight. He’s a nice person, and under other circumstances, I guess I could have fallen in love with him .... 'Too much on mymind, probably,' he thought.He went to bed, but sleep was restless. He dreamed of Leslie. He dreamedof having her. Possessing her. But also of her life, Her school. Herfriends in school. She probably had a best friend, no doubt another cutegirl. And of course a boyfriend. A guy probably on the football team orsomething. A cute guy, a guy any girl would want. 'Woa,' Jim thought.waking up with a start. Back to sleep, he dreamed of Leslie's clothes.Her jean skirt. Her cute teddybear. I don't think there can be any doubt that the God of both halves of the Bible is a God that demands blood sacrifices - whether it be the demand for his followers' foreskins or his own flesh nailed to a crucifix. But I never expected to see a sacrifice of the flesh on the very banks of the Thames diagonally across from the Houses of Parliament - the very centre of civilisation. There wasn't much blood this time but there was definitely plenty of flesh. There was a facsimile of a Christian.