We had many blessings to count, and the bounty of our children's Christmas was a mark of that. I honestly felt that this past year had been a gift fro... heaven.This notion reminded me that it hadn't been such a good year for everybody. Our nanny, Marta Rivera, had been deported in August. The INS had caught up with her and sent her back to Peru. Thankfully, they had taken her into custody at her at her own apartment, and she had categorically refused to discuss who had been employing her, so my. "Oh Oncle Pierre, je t'aime [I love you], she yelled between long kisses, "Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime," she continued, laughing and hugging me as a bemused public swirled gawking past us."Are you drunk?" I asked grinning, easily tasting the champagne on her flicking tongue."No! I just had a glass or two my beautiful uncle. They wanted to reward us for being so patient during the delay," she explained as she continued to kiss me. "Did we miss Times Square? I want to see the big ball Uncle". Time bit-ta gaya aur we were again close about all matter. Ek din us ne kaha kee yaar m tujhe ek baat batana chahta hu. I said bolo and he said kee m apni biwi k sath blue film dekhta hu and then hum dono bahut enjoy karte h. Mene kaha yaar it is common and mai bhi dekhta hu and have fun. Then us ne kaha ki yaar ek baat h ab tujhe batau ki nahi.Mene use kaha kee mujhe per wiswas h to bata. Fir us ne kaha kee m aur meri wife blue film m jub do boys ek ladki ko chodte h to bahut garam hote h.. Her cheeks bulged as her throat filled, she desperately swallowed but still it came, jet after thick jet, flooding her throat, blocking her airway, filling her like no man ever had before. Desperate now for air but reluctant to release this wonderful black tool, she tried to keep control but to no avail she was forced to die from lack of oxygen or to let the thing fall once more from her lips, she released it and it trailed away from her as she gasped for air, it fell still spewing forth.