"She looked nothing like him. What was he thinking?Suddenly fear swept over him.Did Facebook know what he was thinking?He couldn't explain the sudden...sense of panic he felt. He had neverpersonally identified himself with a picture on Facebook before even whenit was a picture of himself.He had never felt present in a picture before, captured as it were, by thecamera.Just by thinking.... Just by thinking it, did it happen?He felt his hair, it seemed to be growing out and becoming blonder.And. F, hum1 yr se relation me h, bt use me looks me achhi nhi lagti, me itni bekar hu kya?ye sun kr me hairan tha, me bola: wo koi badkismat hi hoga jo apko chodega, mujhe aap mile hote to ab tk me apse shadi kr leta, wo ye sun kr thoda muskura di.me: kaho to me apka b.f ban jaun? bolo?neha: hanste hue, achha mera bachha itna bada ho gya h, and usne mujhe hug kiya, me uske boobs apni chest par feel kr rha tha, mera to lund khada hone lag gya, fir usne khaab ghar ni chodoge kya apni grlfrnd ko? wo. Maggie didn't panic, but leaped out of bed, grabbed a robe and knelt by her prostrate sister.My father roared, "What's happened to her?" He quickly scanned the room for danger as his body shielded his most important possession from more harm. When he saw me naked in my sister's bed and Maggie's partially open robe, he boomed at Maggie, "What is going on here?"Maggie knelt over her softly breathing sister, and sobbed to my dad, "I've done something awful, Bob." Her tears rained on my mother's. She squealed and tried to turn her headaway, so I grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her steady. "Go on, bitch. Kiss your lover goodbye," I said, and rammed thehammer into her mouth. She screamed into the metal and thrashed on the floor,but it was no use. The nigger's blood was smeared all around her mouth andon her lips, and no doubt she was tasting his cold, dead blood in her mouthright now. Fresh tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks. "Fuck you, whore!" I shouted, yanking.