Phir jaise train chal rahi thi hum hil rahe they kabhi mera haath uski jango par lagta to kabhi uska haath mere lund paar mera lund to aise bhi ek dum...90 degreee mein khada tha mujhe laga ki wo mahsoos kar rahi thiyu hi aadha ghanta beet gaya mujhe mazza araha tha lekin thodi der baad mera hath uski jaango pe laga to maine rehne diya aur usne mere hath pe apna hath rakh diya mein to pehle daar gaya par jab bad mein wo muskurayi to mein relax ho gaya phir mein dhire dhire uski jhango ko sahelane. But then he spoke..."Your vapid, pill popping mother isn't coming home, Belle. She'll staydoped up and dreaming her life away at the asylum for as long as I use'her' money to pay the doctors exorbitant fees." I realized with a sob thatI hadn't worried about my mother once since she was sent off to get treatedfor 'exhaustion'. I wondered if that meant I was a terrible son or she wasa terrible mother...probably a little of both. But I was far too scared toprocess any guilt at that moment,. More

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