With her free hand, she covers my mouth and nose. The last thing I hear is her cruelly laughing and saying, 'lights out!' I wake up and I'm trussed up...and bent over. 'Fuck,' I manage to say.With that, she grabs my hair and says: 'You remember that lesson? You're about to learn it. You've got a choice though. Do you want it easy? Or hard?' 'What fucking lesson? What have I done to you?' 'Easy or hard?' Thinking about the last time she was hard on me I said, 'Easy. Easy. I want it easy.' 'Okay.. One wall still held certificates and other memorabilia from high school and some stuffed animals held court in a far corner. The bookshelves were empty of actual books, containing only small knick-knacks or other reminders of time past.One of the nightstand drawers did sit open about an inch. I could see paper through that gap, so I pulled it open. Several computer printed pages stared up at me. Pulling them out, I realized they were from one of the story packets I'd sent Sharon. The pages were. Laughing from the short hand in hand unaccustomed run, they retook their breath, she then saying that “this barn was the one that Mark had photographed on his walk in the snow, the one you painted from the picture Eddy!” He, laughing that “It must be fate,” swung her to face him closer, then he took her in his arms and kissed her, not as a friend, or acquaintance, but as the only woman left in the world. He led her to the hay, soft sweet-smelling hay that had dried here for almost all of that. .To maa ne kaha ki tujhe iske sath sone bas malish karna hai..Aur wo ye kehte hue apne room me chali gai..Aur hum done kamre me akele ho gaye.Aur hum dono me baatein hui kuch aiseMe- aap bura mat maniye maa ne kuch glat kah diya to..Wo thodi bimar hai aur isliye wo malish kar nahi sakti ..Agar apko dard ho raha to mujhe hi aapki malish karni hogi so plz aap apne kurte ko thoda upar khiska lijiye.Nisha- koi gal nahi ji. Aap mere naye dost ho aur dard me dost hi kaam aate hain..Aap malish kijiye.