Now about my flat, it’s a duplex (having two floors inside a flat), my room was in the below and parents’ bedroom was at the first floor. After so...e 20 mins with the help of spare key I got in, I knew they are in upper bedroom. There is an unused washroom just next to the bedroom which has a small flap window which gives clear view of the bedroom, I decided to go with it as it was a safe idea. I got in to the wash room anyhow, with the help of a stool there I stood up and what I saw there which. I was tired in the journey and got to bed very soon on the ground floor. My aunty and others went upstairs were they had to sleep in open space. After a while it started raining and all of them came down and took their beds in their bed rooms. My aunty had no place so she came to my room and she slept on the floor just beside me. Till then I never had any bad intention of her. I got awaked by a strange hissing sound near by. I was shocked when I saw my aunty was pissing. Since the bed light was. The bouncers saw nothing wrong. The art buddy took those home, and his burnt in memory of the event, and then did the reconstruction. And, when he did, I was shocked at the details that he presented. He did his art big. I have a forty eight inch version of the drawing seen here in this story. Instead of zooming in, you need only walk up close to the drawing. It is obvious that the artist tried to save the most graphic images of what happened to my wife and the other girl on stage. He thought. " "Hold it up" she said. "Higher" she snapped."That's better." She raised her hand in the air to deliver the first of the series of exercises comprising what, in her trade, is euphemistically called correction. Seconds later the leather swept down rendering a "thwack" peculiar only to this device. This caused Pamela's breasts to bounce in equal an opposite reaction to that just given to his right hand. It was during those first few strops that he would still have time to dwell on the magic.