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"Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta…. Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega… Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the… 1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha. Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera. Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai… Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai…."

Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease

October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta….

Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega…

Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the…

1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha.

Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga

Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera.

Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai…

Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai….

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The best thing you can learn from Inception of 'Alphabet' by Larry Page

This is something best I've read in long time, so just wants to keep this piece in my collection.
Written by: James Altucher
========================I visited Google a few weeks ago and, after almost getting arrested, my mind was blown.
First, Claudia wandered into the garage where they were actually making or fixing the driverless cars. When they finally realized she was wandering around, security had to escort her out.

We got scared and we thought we were going to get in trouble or thrown out.

Then we met with a friend high up at Google and learned some of the things Google was working on.

Nothing was related to search. Everything was related to curing cancer (a bracelet that can make all the cancer cells in your body move towards the bracelet), automating everything (cars just one of those things), Wi-Fi everywhere (Project Loon) and solving other “billion person problems”.

A problem wasn’t considered worthy unless it could solve a problem for a billion people.

So now Alphabet is aligning itself towards this strategy: a holding company that owns and invests in other companies that can solve billion person problems.

It’s not divided up by money. It’s divided up by mission.

I want to do this in my personal life also.

Just analyzing Larry Page’s quotes from the past ten years is a guidebook for “billion person success” and for personal success.

Here Are Some Of His Quotes:
"If you’re changing the world, you’re working on important things. You’re excited to get up in the morning."

To have well-being in life you need three things:
A) a feeling of competence or growth.
B) good emotional relationships.
C) freedom of choice.

Being able to wake up excited in the morning is an outcome of well-being.

Feeling like every day you are working on a billion-person problem will give you those three aspects of well-being.

At the very least, when I wake up I try to remember to ask: Who can I help today?

Because I’m a superhero and this is my secret identity.

"Especially in technology, we need revolutionary change, not incremental change."

Too often we get stuck in “good enough”. If you build a business that supports your family and maybe provides for retirement then that is “good enough”.If you write a book that sells 1000 copies then that is “good enough.”You ever wonder why planes have gotten slower since 1965? The Dreamliner 787 is actually slower than the 747. That’s ok. It’s good enough to get people across the world and save on fuel costs.It’s only the people who push past the “good enough syndrome” that we hear about: Elon Musk building a space ship. Larry Page indexing all knowledge. Elizabeth Holmes potentially diagnosing all diseases with a pin prick.

Isaac Asimov wrote classic science fiction like “The Foundation Series” but it wasn’t good enough for him. He ended up writing 500 more books, writing more books than anyone in history.

Larry Page keeps pushing so that every day he wakes up knowing he’s going to go past “good enough” that day.

What does your “good enough” day look like. What’s one thing that moves you past that?

"My job as a leader is to make sure everybody in the company has great opportunities, and that they feel they’re having a meaningful impact and are contributing to the good of society."

Whenever I’ve managed companies and have had the small opportunity to be a leader I’ve judged my success on only one thing:

Does the employee at night go home and call his or her parents and say, “guess what I did today!”

I’m not sure this always worked. But I do think Larry Page lifts all his employees to try to be better versions of themselves, to try to surpass him, to try and change the world.

If each employee can say, “who did I help today” and have an answer, then that is a good leader.

Empowering others, empowers you.

"Lots of companies don’t succeed over time. What do they fundamentally do wrong? They usually miss the future."

The stock market is near all time highs. And yet every company in the original Dow Jones market index (except for GE) has gone out of business.

Even US Steel, which built every building in the country for an entire century, has gone bankrupt.

Never let the practical get in the way of the possible.

It’s practical to focus on what you can do right now.

But give yourself time in your life to wonder what is possible and to make even the slightest moves in that direction.

We’re at maybe 1% of what is possible. Despite the faster change, we’re still moving slow relative to the opportunities we have. I think a lot of that is because of the negativity… Every story I read is Google vs someone else. That’s boring. We should be focusing on building the things that don’t exist.

Sometimes I want to give up on whatever I’m working on. I’m not working on major billion person problems.

And sometimes I think I write too much about the same thing. Every day I try to think, “What new thing can I write today” and I actually get depressed when I can’t think of something totally new.

But I am working on things that I think can help people. And if you are out side of people’s comfort zones, if you are breaking the normal rules of society, people will try to pull you down.

Larry Page didn’t want to be defined by Google for his entire life. He wants to be defined by what he hasn’t yet done. What he might even be afraid to do.

I wonder what my life would be like if I started doing all the things I was afraid to do. If I started defining my life by all the things I have yet to do.

"Many leaders of big organizations, I think, don’t believe that change is possible. But if you look at history, things do change, and if your business is static, you’re likely to have issues."

Guess which company had the original patent that ultimately Larry Page derived his own patent (that created google) from?

Go ahead. Think a second. Guess.

An employee of this company created the patent and tried to get them to use it to catalog information on the web.

They refused.

So Robin Li, an employee of The Wall Street Journal, quit the newspaper of capitalism (who owned his patent), moved to China (a communist country), and created Baidu.

And Larry Page modified the patent, filed his own, and created Google.

And the Wall Street Journal got swallowed up by Rupert Murdoch and is dying a slow death.

"I think as technologists we should have some safe places where we can try out new things and figure out the effect on society."

A friend of mine is writing a novel but is afraid to publish it. “Maybe it will be bad,” he told me.

Fortunately we live in a world where experimentation is easy. You can make a 30 page novel, publish it on Amazon for nothing, use an assumed name, and test to see if people like it.

Heck, I’ve done it. And it was fun.

Mac Lethal is a rapper who has gotten over 200 million views on his YouTube videos. Even Ellen had him on her show to demonstrate his skills.

I asked him, “do you get nervous if one of your videos gets less views than others?”

He told me valuable advice: “Nobody remembers your bad stuff. They only remember your good stuff.”

I live by that.

"If we were motivated by money, we would have sold the company a long time ago and ended up on a beach."

Larry Page and Sergey Brin wanted to be academics. When they first patented Google, they tried to sell to Yahoo for $1 million (ONE MILLION DOLLARS).

When Yahoo laughed them out the door, they tried to sell to Excite for $750,000.

Excite laughed them out the door. Now an ex-employee of Google is the CEO of Yahoo. And the founder of Excite works at Google. Google dominates.

Money is a side effect of trying to help others. Trying to solve problems. Trying to move beyond the “good enough”.

So many people ask: “how do I get traffic?” That’s the wrong question.

If you ask every day, “How did I help people today?” then you will have more traffic and money than you could have imagined.

"Invention is not enough. Tesla invented the electric power we use, but he struggled to get it out to people. You have to combine both things: invention and innovation focus, plus the company that can commercialize things and get them to people."

Everyone quotes the iconic story of Thomas Edison “failing” 10,000 times to get the electric lightbulb working.

I put failing in quotes because he was doing what any scientist does. He does many experiments until one works.

But what he did that was truly remarkable was convince New York City a few weeks later to light up their downtown using his lights.

The first time ever a city was lit up at night with electricity.

That’s innovation. That’s how the entire world got lit up.

"If you say you want to automate cars and save people’s lives, the skills you need for that aren’t taught in any particular discipline. I know – I was interested in working on automating cars when I was a Ph.D. student in 1995."

Too often we get labeled by our degree and our job titles. Larry Page and Elon Musk were computer science majors. Now they build cars and space ships.

David Chang was a competitive golfer as a kid, majored in religious studies in college, and then had random gopher jobs in his 20s.

The gopher jobs all happened to be in restaurants so he became familiar with how the business was run.

Then he started probably the most popular restaurant in NYC, momofoku. A dozen or so restaurants later, he is one of the most successful restauranteurs in history.

Peter Thiel worked as a lawyer in one of the top law firms in NY. When he quit in order to become an entrepreneur, he told me that many of his colleagues came up to him and said, “I can’t believe you are escaping”.

Escaping the labels and titles and hopes that everyone else has for us is one of the first steps in Choosing Ourselves for the success we are meant to have.

We define our lives from our imagination and the things we create with our hands.

"It really matters whether people are working on generating clean energy or improving transportation or making the Internet work better and all those things. And small groups of people can have a really huge impact."

What I love about this quote is that he combines big problems with small groups.

A small group of people created Google. Not Procter & Gamble. Or AT&T.

Even at Apple, when Steve Jobs wanted to create the Macintosh, he moved his small group to a separate building so they wouldn’t get bogged down in the big corporate bureaucracy that Apple was becoming.

Ultimately, they fired him for being too far from the corporate message.

Years later, when Apple was failing, they brought him back. What did he do? He cut most of the products and put people into small groups to solve big problems.

Before his death he revolutionized the movie industry, the computer industry, the music industry, TVs, and now even watches (watch sales have plummeted after the release of the Apple Watch).

All of this from a guy who finished one semester of studying calligraphy in college before dropping out.

Studying the history of Apple is like studying a microcosm of the history of how to create big ideas. Larry Page is recreating this with his new corporate structure.

We don’t have as many managers as we should, but we would rather have too few than too many.

The 20th century was the century of middle-class corporatism. It even became a “law” called “The Peter Principle” – everyone rises to their level of incompetence.

One of the problems society is having now is that the entire middle layer of management is being demoted, outsourced, replaced by technology, and fired.

This is not a bad or a good thing (although it’s scary). But it’s a return to the role of masters and apprentices without bureaucracy and paperwork in the middle.

It’s how things get done. When ideas go from the head into action with few barriers in the middle.

To be a successful employee, you have to align your interests with those of the company, come up with ideas that further help the customers, and have the mandate to act on those ideas, whether they work or not.

That’s why the employee who wrote much of the code inside the Google search engine, Craig Silverstein, is now a billionaire.

Where is he now? He’s an employee at online education company, The Khan Academy.

If you ask an economist what’s driven economic growth, it’s been major advances in things that mattered – the mechanization of farming, mass manufacturing, things like that. The problem is, our society is not organized around doing that.

Google is now making advances in driverless cars, delivery drones, and other methods of automation.

Everyone gets worried that this will cost jobs. But just look at history. Cars didn’t ruin the horse industry. Everyone simply adjusted.

TV didn’t replace books. Everything adjusted. The VCR didn’t shut down movies.

The Internet didn’t replace face to face communication (well, the jury is still out).

"What is the one sentence summary of how you change the world? Always work hard on something uncomfortably exciting!"

Not everyone wants to create a driverless car. Or clean energy. Or solve a billion person problem.

But I have a list of things that are uncomfortably exciting to me.

They are small, stupid things. Like I’d like to write a novel. Or perform standup comedy. Or maybe start another business based on my ideas for helping people.

Every day I wake up a tiny bit afraid. But I also try to push myself a little closer in those directions. I know then that’s how I learn and grow.

Sometimes I push forward. Sometimes I don’t. I want to get more comfortable with being uncomfortable.

I do think there is an important artistic component in what we do. As a technology company I’ve tried to really stress that.

Nobody knows what the definition of Art is.

How about: something that doesn’t exist except in the imagination, that you then bring out into the real world that has some mix of entertainment, enlightenment, and betterment.

I don’t know. Something like that.

Certainly the iPad is a work of art. And the iPad has created works of art. And when I first saw a driverless car I thought, “that’s beautiful”.

I’m going to try and put my fingerprint on something today. And maybe it will be art.

The idea that everyone should slavishly work so they do something inefficiently so they keep their job – that just doesn’t make any sense to me. That can’t be the right answer.

We’ve been hypnotized into thinking that the “normal life” is a “working life”.

If you don’t “go to work” then you must be sick or on the tiny bit of vacation allotted to you each year.

What if everything you did you can inject a little bit of leisure, a little bit of fun into it.

I have fun writing, except when I think I have to meet a deadline (work). I have fun making a business that people actually use except when I think about money too much (work).

When you are at the crossroads and your heart loves one path and doesn’t love the other, forget about which path has the money and the work, take the path you love.

We want to build technology that everybody loves using, and that affects everyone. We want to create beautiful, intuitive services and technologies that are so incredibly useful that people use them twice a day. Like they use a toothbrush. There aren’t that many things people use twice a day.

What a great idea for a list of the day!

What are ten things that can be invented that people would use twice a day?

You need to invent things and you need to get them to people. You need to commercialize those inventions. Obviously, the best way we’ve come up with doing that is through companies.

I was speaking to Naveen Jain, who made his billions on an early search engine, InfoSpace.

He just started a company to mine rare earth minerals on the Moon.

But his real goal is extra-planetary colonization.

Somehow we got around to the question of why have a company in the middle of that. He has billions. He can just go straight for the colonization part.

He said, “Every idea has to be sustainable. Profitability is proof that an idea is sustainable.”

You may think using Google’s great, but I still think it’s terrible.

K. Anders Ericsson made famous the “10,000 hour rule” popularized later by Malcom Gladwell.

The rule is: if you practice WITH INTENT for 10,000 hours then you will be world-class.

He then wondered why typists would often reach a certain speed level and then never improve no matter how many hours.

After doing research, its because they forgot the “With intent” part. They were satisfied with “good enough”.

You have to constantly come up with new metrics to measure yourself, to compete against yourself, to better the last plateau you reached.

Google is great. But it can be better. Having this mindset always forces you to push beyond the comfort zone.

Once they changed the way typists viewed their skills (by recreating the feeling of “beginner’s mind”) the typists continued to get faster.

We have a mantra: don’t be evil, which is to do the best things we know how for our users, for our customers, for everyone. So I think if we were known for that, it would be a wonderful thing.

Many people argue whether or not Google has succeeded at this. That’s not the point.

The point is: Values before Money.

A business is a group of people with a goal to solve a problem. Values might be: we want to solve a problem, we want the customer to be happy, we want employees to feel like they have upward mobility, etc.

Once you lose your values, you’ll lost the money as well. This why family-run businesses often die by the third generation (“Shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves in three generations).

The values of the founder got diluted through his descendants until the company failed.

I think it is often easier to make progress on mega-ambitious dreams. Since no one else is crazy enough to do it, you have little competition. In fact, there are so few people this crazy that I feel like I know them all by first name.

Our parents have our best interests at heart and tell us how to be good adults.

Our schools have our best interests.

Our friends, colleagues, sometimes our bosses, sometimes government, think they have our best interests.

But it’s only when everyone thinks you are crazy that you know you are going to create something that surprises everyone and really makes your own unique handprint on the world.

And because you went out of the comfort zone, you’re only competing against the few other people as crazy as you are.

You know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night with a vivid dream? And you know that if you don’t have a pencil and pad by the bed, it will be completely gone by the next morning. Sometimes it’s important to wake up and stop dreaming. When a really great dream shows up, grab it.

For every article I’ve ever written, there’s at least ten more I left behind in the middle of the night thinking I would remember in the morning.

I have to beat myself in the head. I . Will. Not. Remember….Must. Write. Down.

It’s hard to wake up. And that’s the only thing worth remembering. It’s hard to wake up.

I have always believed that technology should do the hard work – discovery, organization, communication – so users can do what makes them happiest: living and loving, not messing with annoying computers! That means making our products work together seamlessly.

This is a deep question – who are you? If you have a mechanical hand, is that “you”?

Conversely, if you lose a hand, did you lose a part of you. Are you no longer a complete person? The complete you?

If an implant is put into your brain to access Google, does that effect who you view your self to be?

When books were invented, memory suffered. We no longer had to remember as much, because we can look things up.

Does that make our brains less human?

I bet memory has suffered with the rise of Google. Does this mean our consciousness has suffered?

When we created fire, we outsourced part of our digestion to this new invention. Did this make our stomachs less human?

With technology taking care of the basic tasks of our brain and body, it allows us to achieve things we couldn’t previously dream possible.

It allows us to learn and explore and to create past the current comfort zone. It allows us to find the happiness, freedom, and well-being we deserve.

Over time, our emerging high-usage products will likely generate significant new revenue streams for Google as well as for our partners, just as search does today.

This is it. This is why Larry Page has re-oriented Google into Alphabet.

Don’t waste your most productive energies solving a problem that now only has incremental improvements.

Re-focus the best energies on solving harder and harder problems.

Always keeping the value of “how can I help a billion people” will keep Google from becoming a Borders bookstore (which went out of business after outsourcing all of their sales to Amazon).

How does this apply to the personal?

Instead of being a cog in the machine for some corporation, come up with ways to automate greater abundance.

Always understand that coming up with multiple ways to help people is ultimately the way to create the biggest impact.

Impact then creates health, friendship, competence, abundance, and freedom.

But this is also why he created Alphabet and put Google underneath it.

To save the world. To save me.

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Original article appeared here:
http://inc42.com/buzz/20-things-ive-learned-from-l..

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"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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What would happen if Superman was found by Wayne and brought up with Bruce?


Okay, let's have some fun with it.

Let's have a story-

Thomas Wayne was traveling to Smallville for new business venture and he saw the kryptonian rocket landing in some of his just bought land.

He found a blue eyed little boy came out of the space ship smiling who managed to lift his limousine from one side.

Thomas Wayne was shocked out of his mind seeing everything and decided to bring the kid to his home - ‘The Wayne Mansion'

After hearing everything from Thomas, Martha Wayne was concerned, she asked him whether it was wise to bring an alien kid back in their home specially with Bruce being there

Thomas replied, “I thought about that but after looking at the innocent face of that child, I could not inform the authority with my right mind, they would keep him in some prison and would experiment on him”

Martha said, “But is Bruce safe with him?”

Thomas said, “Let’s have an eye on him for 24X7, I know a very well equipped guy for this, he is my old friend who is looking for a job currently, he is a war veteran and did some spying for the queen England, he has nowhere to go, he will be more than happy to do this job”

Martha asked, “What is his name?”

Thomas Wayne said, “He is known as Alfred Pennyworth, he is a decent human being despite his past”

6 years later-

Martha said to Thomas, “I won't have believed if you had told me that Clark would turn out to be such good boy, he has become such good friend to Bruce, both of them do everything together now”

Thomas said, “Yeah, I won't say that I didn't have any doubt but Clark is such a good boy, I mean Bruce is little naughty sometimes but not Clark, I think all the credit goes to Alfred”

A few minutes later-

Bruce ran towards Martha and asked angrily, “Mom, why can’t Clark come with us to the Opera House?”

Martha said, “We told you before that Clark is slightly different from us, we have to keep him in secret otherwise people would lock him up which is why Alfred home schooled him, he just can't come anywhere with us”

Bruce said, “Come on, it's not fair, if he doesn't go, I won't go either”

Thomas said to Bruce, “Come on, Bruce, please understand the situation…..”

Suddenly, Clark came from behind and said to them, “It's okay, Bruce, I will be playing with Alfred, he will teach me some stuff about myself, he is teaching me now how to control my powers”

Bruce said, “Wow, cool, now, I won't go to Opera, I would stay and play with them too”

Thomas said, “Bruce, you know, we have to go, all of us are invited, it would look bad if we don't go together”

Bruce said with a huge dissapointment, “Okay, Alfred, you have to show me also what you did with Clark”

Alfred said with a smile, “Okay, master Bruce, okay”

In the Opera House-

Thomas got a call from somewhere and after speaking in the phone for sometime, he became restless.

Martha asked, “What happened? Who was that?”

Thomas said, “I will tell you later but we have to go”

Martha said, “But concert didn't finish yet”

Thomas said, “We will go from backdoor, I already informed Alfred to send a limousine for us”

In the dark alley-

Martha said, “I am feeling little scared walking through such dirty dark alley”

Suddenly a man came out of nowhere and said, “Give me everything otherwise I will shoot you now”

Thomas said, “Okay, okay, don't shoot, this is my wallet, take everything, but don't shoot”

That guy said after looking at Martha's necklace, “Give me that necklace otherwise I will shoot”

Martha said, “No, this is my mother's, she gave me when she died, it's my mother's memory”

Suddenly, that guy shot twice and when Thomas tried to jump on that guy, he was shot as well

As both of them were struggling to have their last breath, that guy looked at frightened Bruce and said with a smile, “You can thank Jesus, kid, that I don't kill little kid, just know that it wasn't personal, I was hired to do this” and he left

Commissioner Gordon came quickly after hearing that his old friend Thomas Wayne and his wife was murdered infornt of their little boy in a dark alley

Commissioner Gordon said to a stiff Bruce while hugging, “You are not alone, Bruce, your father was my friend, I will always look after you, I will capture your parent's murderer and see it to that he gets the harshest punshiment possible”

Alfred said to Commissioner, “If everything is done, can I take him home?”

Commissioner Gordon said to Alfred, “Who are you?”

Alfred said, “I am his old friend plus butler plus housekeeper plus his guardian in absence of his parents”

Commissioner Gordon said,“Very Interesting!!! What are you two going to do in that huge mansion?”

Alfred said, “I was hoping to take him back to England, my homeland to get him away from all this nightmare for a while, we will return to Gotham later”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Good luck, by the way did you know anything about the last call that Mr Wayne took from some unknown source before all this”

Alfred said, “No, it's a news to me as well, keep me informed if you find anything more on this”

In the Wayne Mansion-

Bruce quickly went to his room and shut the door

Alfred said to Clark, “Has he eaten anything?”

Clark said, “Nope, he isn't even talking to me”

Alfred said to Clark, “It's understandable after this terrible tragedy, let's give him some space for awhile, in the meantime, we have something to discuss”

Clark said, “What? What is it?”

Alfred said, “Look, I have decided to take him back to London for awhile, change of scenery would be good for him, in the meantime, I know a decent couple in Smallville who are childless, I was thinking about asking them to adopt you, do you want that?”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “Don't worry, they are very very good individuals, they would love to have you as their son and I will return to Gotham in couple of years down the line with Bruce, you will stay with us then again in Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “I have taught everything to you that I know and knowing you, Clark, you will learn everything by yourself very very quickly, don't forget to hide your identity even from your new found adopted parents, you are now ready to assimilate with normal kids on your own age, again don't forget to hide your identity, act as any normal kid, go to school, study hard etc etc and lastly I may have found your mother ship in Antarctica from my past contacts, go check it out when you will grow up little more and more in control of your flight powers”

Clark said, “Okay and thanks Alfred for everything”

Alfred said, “I didn't do much, Clark, it's you, everything is your doing, you are such a brilliant kid, you will achieve a lot, always remember if you have abilities then use it to help others and always be responsible with your powers”

Clark said, “Thanks, I will always remember that”

8 years later in Smallville -

Clark Kent and Lana Lang was preparing to kiss for the first time…..

Suddenly, Clark heard a familiar tone….

“Great to see you, Clark, that you've grown out of that Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “You are Bruce, aren't you? Wow, you are definately looking like Mr Wayne's son”

Lana Lang said, “I read about you, Mr Wayne, I saw you in the news channel, your big return to Wayne industry”

Bruce said, “I know as if news reporters don't have any other things to write about, what about that guy who wears that black cape and wears that rediculas bat costume and do vigilantism in Gotham's night, crazy, I know”

Clark said, “I don't know about that because someone who would do something like that must be very skillful and damaged inside”

Lana Lang said, “Forget all that but Clark, you didn't tell me how do you two know each other?”

Clark said, “Late Mr Wayne, first adopted me and then after his death, Pa and Ma did as they were childless, I know Bruce from childhood”

Lana said, “How cool is that! And I thought you were just another small town bore”

Bruce said, “Ha, ha, Clark and boring!!!!!!”

Clark said, “No, you are right, I am just another small town bore, I am very lucky that you are with me”

Bruce said, “Clark, you should come back to Wayne Mansion, Alfred and me, both are missing you”

Clark said, “Thanks Bruce but I am happy living here”

Bruce said, “Really, in this small town!!! I thought we were brothers”

Clark said, “We are and we are always going to be but Smallville has now become a special place in my heart, I will visit Gotham later”

Bruce said, “Not later, day after tomorrow, I am throwing a big party in Wayne Mansion, both of you are invited”

Clark said, “Okay, Bruce, we will go”

Day after tomorrow-

Lana said to Bruce, “Wow, you used to live here? It must be very interesting”

Clark said, “Nuh, you get used to it after awhile, to be honest, it was lonely, I am lucky to have Pa and Ma”

Alfred hugged Clark after seeing him and said, “Look at you, Clark, what an impressive gentleman you have turned out to be”

Clark said, “Good to see you too, Alfred, you look the same as always”

Bruce said to Clark, “You guys came, let me introduce you to Mayor and Commissioner Gordon”

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Now that you are back what are you going to do? Are you going to take charge of your father's business?”

Bruce said, “I was hoping for that”

Suddenly, a beautiful red head young woman came and said to Commissioner, “Dad, it's a party, I am sure Mr Wayne has a lot on his plate, no business talk”

Bruce said, “Your name is Barbara, isn't it?”

Barbara said, “You remember me then”

Bruce said with a smile, “Why should not I? We used to read in the same class”

Barbara said, “Yes and if I remember correctly, you were quite a brat”

Bruce said with a huge smile, “What!!??! Me!!!!??? Noooooo!!!?!”

Bruce said to them, “Let me introduce to my brother Clark, his yet to be officially girlfriend Lana”

Clark said to Bruce with a smile, “We are not saying that”

Barbara said to them by looking at Lana, “I understand”

Lana said to Barbara, “Thanks for understanding”

Bruce said to them, “Yeah, you girls always stick together”

Barbara said, “As if you guys don't”

Suddenly, a breaking news came that all the dangerous and unstable patients from Arkham Asylum escaped.

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Sorry, but I have to go”

Bruce said, “Absolutely, absolutly”

Party was over slightly after that as public panic was spreading

When Clark was talking to both Lana and Barbara, he heard with his super hearing that Bruce said to Alfred, “It's time”

A couple of hours later-

Everyone saw in TV screen that a guy in bat like costume was chasing unstable violent patients of Arkham Asylum and capturing them with outstanding skills.

Lana said to Clark, “Wasn't Bruce talking about that guy? I don't like this vigilantism, these people think that they are some kind of Outlaws”

Barbara said to her, “Excuse me, I completely disagree with that, infact I would say Batman is doing what police should be doing, I know for a fact that as my father is the police commissioner, sometimes police are limited inspite of all their efforts, criminals get away so if this Batguy is doing something to that, I would say more power to him”

Clark said, “Hey, both of you, relax, I am sure police are handling it”

Clark said to them, “You guys sit here, I have to talk to Alfred”

Clark could not find either Bruce or Alfred in the mansion

He used his x-ray vision to find out about the underground cave.

He saw Alfred was sitting there infront of multiple large computer monitors.

He quickly discovered the entry point to that cave and went inside

Alfred hearing Clark's footsteps said, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to discover this cave, I guess it didn't take much time then”

Clark said, “Bruce is this Batman, isn't it?”

Alfred said, “What do you think?”

Clark said, “How could you let him do this?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this he can take care of himself very well”

Clark said, “All that time, you were gone, he was doing this?!?”

Alfred said, “And more”

Clark said, “Why? Why did he need to do this?”

Alfred said, “After his parent's death, Bruce was damaged very badly inside, he was in a very very dark place, the only way to channel his darkness was to focus on the right direction, I nudged it and rest he did that by himself”

Clark said, “There was no other option?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this that there is some very well constructed method to his madness”

Clark said, “You always told me to be responsible with my powers!!”

Alfred said, “And you did that, didn't you? That earth quake in Smallville, there was a news report that a guy who moved so fast that almost like a blur rescued a lot of people from the disaster, I knew it was you then and there, I am proud of you, Clark, I am proud of you”

Clark said, “But he doesn't have any powers, Alfred, he is just a human”

Alfred said, “He is not just a human anymore, Clark, he transformed himself to something more than that now, he lives by a code now, Bruce Wayne is the mask he wears outside, he is Batman inside”

Clark said, “And you are happy with that?”

Alfred said, “I am not unhappy specially considering the struggle he had to go through to become the symbol you are seeing today”

Clark said, “I should go there to help him”

Suddenly, Batman entered into the batcave.

Seeing Clark, he said, “I guess you would have figured it out by now”

Batman said to Alfred, “There's this guy whose face is burnt in acid calling himself Joker escaped from Arkham, he is highly dangerous and unpredictable, and I couldn't find him anywhere, we need to come up with a different strategy”

Clark said, “Let me help you Bruce”

Batman said, “You?? I am sorry you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry, what? I am not trained for this!!!”

Batman said, “What I do require more than powers and abilities and you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry but that's funny”

Batman said, “Oh! Really!! Come on, punch me, Clark”

Clark said, “What? Are you kidding? You must be kidding”

Suddenly, Batman punched towards Clark and Clark easily avoided that and said, “You are being childish Bruce” and suddenly Batman used some kind of sonic weapon on Clark and which made Clark nuts because of his super hearing

And Bruce said to him, “Now, imagine Clark if I had a kryptonite now which can be found by the way, it's rare but it can be found, this is why you need training”

Clark said, “Okay, you win, Bruce, teach me how to fight”

Bruce said, “And you will need a new uniform as well, you can't be blur all the time, you need to wear a mask, probably not like mine since you are epitome of light contrary to my darkness”

Alfred said, “And Clark, I have finallly been able to pin point the latitude and longitude of your mother ship in Antarctica, you might find something interesting there as well”

This will be the beginning of World's greatest team………


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"Can you write a story? This question was to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers Read the answer below"

Can you write a story?

This question was to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

ME AND ALEX:

Just moved to a big city and a new apartment. Excited for starting a new life in a new city. Other day I met this girl in elevator. I didn't know what exactly to say to her. It was rather dumb of me. Normally I wasn't so nerdy. Let's hope, second time would be little less embarassing.

In the elevator-

"Hi! I saw you yesterday. Do you live in this building? I just moved here"
"Okay... yeah..."
"Oh! I am sorry. You must be thinking creepy guy. Sorry to bother you. My bad"
"No, it's okay. It's just that I don't like to talk much in the morning. I am sorry if I seem rude"
"No. It's completely okay. Here's my floor. I will be going now"

In the garage-

"Damn! She completely ignored me. I was too enthusiastic. I am not bothering her again"

Next day in the elevator-

"Hi! Are you going to work?"
"Oh! Yes. I thought you said that you didn't like to talk much in the morning"

(Awkward silence)

"You must be thinking what a rude woman. Yes, I am a bit of moody. I am sorry for that"
"Nope, completely acceptable. Being a girl in a big city. You can't be too careful these days"
"Yes. Where do you work?"
"I work in a construction company. I am the chief operating officer"
"Oh! Okay. This is my floor. We'll talk later"
"Thanks. What's your name by the way?"
"Alex. What's yours?"
"Raymond Silva"

Next day was Sunday-

I was complaining to building manager about lack of hot water and he was saying something about plumbing problems. Suddenly, Alex came there with her laundry...

"Hi! Ray. Are you busy today? Otherwise let's meet somewhere and get to know each other"
"No. Wait! Are you asking me to a date?"
"We don't have to give any label. Just two people getting to know each other"
"Oh... okay.... I thought that was called date"
"No. That is something very specific. We are not that"
"Got it. So where do we meet? In your apartment or mine?"
"Let's go to mine"

One month later in the morning-

We went to four dates. We knew quite a bit of about ourselves by then. She worked in a spa. She already gave me massage to my back (I had a really sore back from work stress), she didn't even charge me for anything inspite of my insistence. I would call that progress. Infact things were going really well. We would meet that night in my room.

That night-

Ring ring ring ring ring ring

"Weird. She isn't opening up. I thought she wasn't going anywhere. Okay, I will come back later"

Next day in the evening-

It was same. I started to feel something wasn't right. I called the cop. They opened the door. She wasn't anywhere. Infact it almost looked like she was vanished from inside. Cop said that she could be gone from the fire escape. They interrogated me and the whole building. It was mess. I couldn't go to work. Cop said that she didn't have any living relatives anymore. Few years ago her mother died in heart failure. After that she moved to this building. They told me to wait for few more days to see if she would come back and they were looking into her disappearance.

Cop could not find anywhere her.

One year later-

I worked for a different company now. I had to travel a lot. I lived in a different city as well. After that incident and after getting a new job, I decided to move to a new city.

One day I was coming back from work. It was in a small town. I suddenly saw Alex was walking with few girls of her age. They were smiling and behaving as if nothing as happened. I asked my uber driver to stop the car. Driver could not stop it immediately because it was a busy street. By the time he stopped the car, I couldn't find them anywhere. I ran towards the area where I saw them and searched for them for a while but couldn't find them. I came back to my home and opened Alex's Facebook account. I saw her late mother's picture. She was beautiful as well just like her daughter. Melissa Bolt was her name. I couldn't find much about her mother and Alex there. It seemed Alex didn't have that many friends except few girls who lived in that neighborhood. I saw them after Alex's disappearance. I came to police department and talked to the cops. They didn't exactly give that much importance beyond their usual response. I realised that they were already busy with a lot of cases and finding her wasn't their first priority. I asked the cop to give me some background information about Alex. He reluctantly gave me a copy and asked me not to do anything stupid. I smiled and went away. I came to our old apartment area and talk to those neighbouring girls and talked to her spa colleagues. Nothing much I found except that she was a very normal girl and she was quiet but funny. She didn't know her father and neither did her mother knew about Alex's father. Apparently, Melissa slept with a lot of men before conceiving Alex. I went to that smalltown again. I went to the area where I saw Alex. I saw a diner nearby. I went inside and started to show her picture there and hoping to find something. No such luck. When I was getting out of there one old lady said to me, "I think I saw someone like that in Jefferson house. I think it was their daughter. They are this big family and everyone knows them"

"Thanks ma'am. What is their address?"

She gave me their address.

I went to Jefferson house. It was a huge mansion. Before I entered the building, I felt something wasn't right somewhere. So I didn't go there looking for her. I waited for the night. When everything was dark, I was watching their house from my car. Suddenly, I saw Alex with another man, came out from a car. They kissed and Alex looked really happy. They entered the house. I felt like a stalker.

I asked myself, "Why am I so concerned with her? I hardly knew her. I didn't exactly love her either. Is it just curiousity?"

Five minutes later I saw one gentleman came out of building with that man. I came closer to them to hear their conversation.

"Peter, you saw my wife and how she was with Sarah. But I don't know why I don't have a good feeling about this"
"Sir, don't worry about that. I understand your cynicism. After all, she was missing for eight years. The asshole that kidnapped her left her in the dark. So she would be little out of place. I am waiting for police to catch that piece of shit"
"You are probably right"

I realised that Sarah probably Alex or was she pretending to be Mr Jefferson's kidnapped daughter?!!?
I thought to myself, "I don't need to get into this mess. This whole thing stinks of bad. I barely knew Alex. Let's move on"

One month later-

I had a promotion. A whole team was working under me. Erica, a Jewish girl who was incharge of finance, used to smile at me whenever we looked at each other. At first I thought she was being nice. But one day she asked me to a date, it was going well. But somewhere it was never on same level with Alex. Maybe I was too hung up with her. One day, Erica and I did share one wonderful night together. But I was little apprehensive about committing into anything serious. Erica understood that and didn't push me into anything.

Everything was going really well for me. I was bit of a workaholic. I had another promotion and I was meeting with the board members for the first time. I was shocked to find out that Mr Jefferson was one of the board members.

Anyway, I was asked to come to this corporate party. I took Erica with me.

There Alex or Sarah first time saw me and she was with her boyfriend Peter. I was sure now that she was Alex. Her face was red seeing me. She told Peter something. Peter looked at me with curiosity and put on a smile and came to us.

"Hi, I am Peter Lavelle. This is my fiance Sarah. She is the daughter of Mr Jefferson"

I didn't act as if I knew her.

"Oh! Wow! Lovely to meet you. I am Raymond Silva. This is Erica. We are coworkers"

Erica looked at me with disappointment.

Alex wasn't looking at me directly. I made sure that I didn't either. I was actually finding Mr Lavelle very charming and interesting. We talked and drank and laughed. Our common love for baseball did help. Erica tried to talk to Alex but she wasn't that interested. Only we three were talking. Alex was very quiet during the conversation.

Next day, Erica directly asked me whether I knew Sarah. I said that I didn't.

"Liar. She was only looking at you during the whole conversation"
"What can I say? Girls find me irresistible"
"Shut up. It's fine, it's not like we are serious or anything"
"Yes, exactly"
Erica smiled and left.

One month later-

I was in a shopping mall. I was going to the fourth floor by elevator. And Alex joined me with various shopping bag. It was uncomfortable as we were trying to avoid looking at each other.

Suddenly, electricity was down and elevator stopped working. Emergency gear wasn't working.
Alex was panicking.
"Don't need to panic. I am sure that they are going to fix it anytime"
"Yes, sure, you are probably right"

Half and hour was gone like that. It was uncomfortable silence.

I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Alex, how long are we going to pretend not to know each other?"
She was flabbergasted and said, "What do you mean? I only saw you in that party for the first time and I don't like to talk to people in the ........."
"Morning. I know. You are moody in the morning. I know. Look, Alex, you can keep playing your little game and I don't care. But please don't expect me to be fooled by your stupid act"
"Excuse me, how dare you..."

And electricity came back and elevator door opened and I went away from her.

My whole morning was wasted and I was angry.

In the evening when I was getting into my car in the parking lot suddenly someone bashed my head from behind and everything went dark.

When I woke up, I saw Alex was lying there with me, both of us are chained to the floor. A door opened and I saw Peter.

"Bitch, you couldn't leave your past behind, could you? We gave you so much money"
"I am sorry, Peter, I didn't know this would happen"
"Shut up bitch" in saying this he slapped her.
She was crying.
I didn't say anything.
Peter looked at me and said with smile, "Ah! Man, I like you. But you had to get involve with this loser. I am sorry I have to do this, nothing personal"
I said, "If you let me go, I can assure you that I am going to forget about this"
"Come on, Man, you know I can't do that"
I said, "Look, I don't have any interest in whatever it is going on here between two of you. I couldn't care less about her"
"Sorry, man, we would have been great friend in other circumstances but we have to do whatever we have to do"
I calmly said, "I am thirsty"
Peter pour me a glass of water.
I kicked in his leg and he fall flat infront of me, I tightened my chain around his neck and wait for him to be completely senseless.
I took the key from his pocket and released ourselves.
Alex said with panic, "Is he dead?"
I look at his vain and said, "Almost and he will be if he isn't hospital quickly"
I quickly realised that we were in the basement of Peter's house.

I later heard from cop that Alex was indeed the daughter of Mr Jefferson. Alex's mon had an affair with Mr Jefferson when he was married which is why Alex looked so similar to Sarah. Sarah's mother was mentally ill so she couldn't recognise her. Mr Jefferson had doubt but not enough to confront Alex. Peter was hired by Mr Jefferson's brother for this whole thing. Peter used to do some shady work for Mr Jefferson's brother who didn't get any of his father's wealth because of the involvement with Mafia. Peter first abducted Sarah but things didn't go according to the plan and Sarah accidentally got killed. Hence, Peter hired Alex with a lot of money when he saw her first time in a spa. Peter was planning to backstab Mr Jefferson's brother as well.

Mr Jefferson after hearing about everything from cop decided to pardon Alex. He didn't want to lose another daughter.

Few days after that-

"Hello, Raymond"
"Oh! Mr Jefferson, please come"
"Please, don't bother yourself. You are a busy man. I am not going to keep you for very long. I came here to thank you personally. Everything you did for us...."
"Please, don't mention it. Any guy would have done so .."
"No, they probably wouldn't. Anyway, Alex couldn't come to you by herself specially after everything. Please listen to her"
"Sure, let her come"
Mr Jefferson left my office and Alex entered with a crying face.
"I am very sorry, Raymond"
"No need to apologise, Alex, I understand everything"
"I know what I did was grave crime and I am really lucky that I am not inside any prison. I have hurt you and you have every right to be angry with me..."
"Let me stop you there, Alex, I understood something now that we were never really in love with each other. I had a lot of fantasy with you in my head. You know big city and all. I was feeling very vulnerable. Suddenly, I saw you and I felt that you were the one. It was completely one dimensional stupidity from my side. You were never really that into me. So you are forgiven"
"No, I do love you and I was wrong....."
Suddenly, Erica entered the room.
And I said, "Let me reintroduce you, this is Erica and we are engaged. But I don't think that it would be right for us to send you any invitation to our wedding. So you can go now, Alex"
Alex left the room crying.
Erica said, "Are you sure that we aren't rushing into anything?"
"No. I was an idiot before. Infact I should been in this position earlier. I am really lucky that you stuck with me. Thank God that I have grown up now"

THE END

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"Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta…. Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega… Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the… 1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha. Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera. Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai… Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai…."

Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease

October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta….

Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega…

Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the…

1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha.

Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga

Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera.

Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai…

Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai….

A very painful story this time.... Its true story..... It's my story 😔

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The best thing you can learn from Inception of 'Alphabet' by Larry Page

This is something best I've read in long time, so just wants to keep this piece in my collection.
Written by: James Altucher
========================I visited Google a few weeks ago and, after almost getting arrested, my mind was blown.
First, Claudia wandered into the garage where they were actually making or fixing the driverless cars. When they finally realized she was wandering around, security had to escort her out.

We got scared and we thought we were going to get in trouble or thrown out.

Then we met with a friend high up at Google and learned some of the things Google was working on.

Nothing was related to search. Everything was related to curing cancer (a bracelet that can make all the cancer cells in your body move towards the bracelet), automating everything (cars just one of those things), Wi-Fi everywhere (Project Loon) and solving other “billion person problems”.

A problem wasn’t considered worthy unless it could solve a problem for a billion people.

So now Alphabet is aligning itself towards this strategy: a holding company that owns and invests in other companies that can solve billion person problems.

It’s not divided up by money. It’s divided up by mission.

I want to do this in my personal life also.

Just analyzing Larry Page’s quotes from the past ten years is a guidebook for “billion person success” and for personal success.

Here Are Some Of His Quotes:
"If you’re changing the world, you’re working on important things. You’re excited to get up in the morning."

To have well-being in life you need three things:
A) a feeling of competence or growth.
B) good emotional relationships.
C) freedom of choice.

Being able to wake up excited in the morning is an outcome of well-being.

Feeling like every day you are working on a billion-person problem will give you those three aspects of well-being.

At the very least, when I wake up I try to remember to ask: Who can I help today?

Because I’m a superhero and this is my secret identity.

"Especially in technology, we need revolutionary change, not incremental change."

Too often we get stuck in “good enough”. If you build a business that supports your family and maybe provides for retirement then that is “good enough”.If you write a book that sells 1000 copies then that is “good enough.”You ever wonder why planes have gotten slower since 1965? The Dreamliner 787 is actually slower than the 747. That’s ok. It’s good enough to get people across the world and save on fuel costs.It’s only the people who push past the “good enough syndrome” that we hear about: Elon Musk building a space ship. Larry Page indexing all knowledge. Elizabeth Holmes potentially diagnosing all diseases with a pin prick.

Isaac Asimov wrote classic science fiction like “The Foundation Series” but it wasn’t good enough for him. He ended up writing 500 more books, writing more books than anyone in history.

Larry Page keeps pushing so that every day he wakes up knowing he’s going to go past “good enough” that day.

What does your “good enough” day look like. What’s one thing that moves you past that?

"My job as a leader is to make sure everybody in the company has great opportunities, and that they feel they’re having a meaningful impact and are contributing to the good of society."

Whenever I’ve managed companies and have had the small opportunity to be a leader I’ve judged my success on only one thing:

Does the employee at night go home and call his or her parents and say, “guess what I did today!”

I’m not sure this always worked. But I do think Larry Page lifts all his employees to try to be better versions of themselves, to try to surpass him, to try and change the world.

If each employee can say, “who did I help today” and have an answer, then that is a good leader.

Empowering others, empowers you.

"Lots of companies don’t succeed over time. What do they fundamentally do wrong? They usually miss the future."

The stock market is near all time highs. And yet every company in the original Dow Jones market index (except for GE) has gone out of business.

Even US Steel, which built every building in the country for an entire century, has gone bankrupt.

Never let the practical get in the way of the possible.

It’s practical to focus on what you can do right now.

But give yourself time in your life to wonder what is possible and to make even the slightest moves in that direction.

We’re at maybe 1% of what is possible. Despite the faster change, we’re still moving slow relative to the opportunities we have. I think a lot of that is because of the negativity… Every story I read is Google vs someone else. That’s boring. We should be focusing on building the things that don’t exist.

Sometimes I want to give up on whatever I’m working on. I’m not working on major billion person problems.

And sometimes I think I write too much about the same thing. Every day I try to think, “What new thing can I write today” and I actually get depressed when I can’t think of something totally new.

But I am working on things that I think can help people. And if you are out side of people’s comfort zones, if you are breaking the normal rules of society, people will try to pull you down.

Larry Page didn’t want to be defined by Google for his entire life. He wants to be defined by what he hasn’t yet done. What he might even be afraid to do.

I wonder what my life would be like if I started doing all the things I was afraid to do. If I started defining my life by all the things I have yet to do.

"Many leaders of big organizations, I think, don’t believe that change is possible. But if you look at history, things do change, and if your business is static, you’re likely to have issues."

Guess which company had the original patent that ultimately Larry Page derived his own patent (that created google) from?

Go ahead. Think a second. Guess.

An employee of this company created the patent and tried to get them to use it to catalog information on the web.

They refused.

So Robin Li, an employee of The Wall Street Journal, quit the newspaper of capitalism (who owned his patent), moved to China (a communist country), and created Baidu.

And Larry Page modified the patent, filed his own, and created Google.

And the Wall Street Journal got swallowed up by Rupert Murdoch and is dying a slow death.

"I think as technologists we should have some safe places where we can try out new things and figure out the effect on society."

A friend of mine is writing a novel but is afraid to publish it. “Maybe it will be bad,” he told me.

Fortunately we live in a world where experimentation is easy. You can make a 30 page novel, publish it on Amazon for nothing, use an assumed name, and test to see if people like it.

Heck, I’ve done it. And it was fun.

Mac Lethal is a rapper who has gotten over 200 million views on his YouTube videos. Even Ellen had him on her show to demonstrate his skills.

I asked him, “do you get nervous if one of your videos gets less views than others?”

He told me valuable advice: “Nobody remembers your bad stuff. They only remember your good stuff.”

I live by that.

"If we were motivated by money, we would have sold the company a long time ago and ended up on a beach."

Larry Page and Sergey Brin wanted to be academics. When they first patented Google, they tried to sell to Yahoo for $1 million (ONE MILLION DOLLARS).

When Yahoo laughed them out the door, they tried to sell to Excite for $750,000.

Excite laughed them out the door. Now an ex-employee of Google is the CEO of Yahoo. And the founder of Excite works at Google. Google dominates.

Money is a side effect of trying to help others. Trying to solve problems. Trying to move beyond the “good enough”.

So many people ask: “how do I get traffic?” That’s the wrong question.

If you ask every day, “How did I help people today?” then you will have more traffic and money than you could have imagined.

"Invention is not enough. Tesla invented the electric power we use, but he struggled to get it out to people. You have to combine both things: invention and innovation focus, plus the company that can commercialize things and get them to people."

Everyone quotes the iconic story of Thomas Edison “failing” 10,000 times to get the electric lightbulb working.

I put failing in quotes because he was doing what any scientist does. He does many experiments until one works.

But what he did that was truly remarkable was convince New York City a few weeks later to light up their downtown using his lights.

The first time ever a city was lit up at night with electricity.

That’s innovation. That’s how the entire world got lit up.

"If you say you want to automate cars and save people’s lives, the skills you need for that aren’t taught in any particular discipline. I know – I was interested in working on automating cars when I was a Ph.D. student in 1995."

Too often we get labeled by our degree and our job titles. Larry Page and Elon Musk were computer science majors. Now they build cars and space ships.

David Chang was a competitive golfer as a kid, majored in religious studies in college, and then had random gopher jobs in his 20s.

The gopher jobs all happened to be in restaurants so he became familiar with how the business was run.

Then he started probably the most popular restaurant in NYC, momofoku. A dozen or so restaurants later, he is one of the most successful restauranteurs in history.

Peter Thiel worked as a lawyer in one of the top law firms in NY. When he quit in order to become an entrepreneur, he told me that many of his colleagues came up to him and said, “I can’t believe you are escaping”.

Escaping the labels and titles and hopes that everyone else has for us is one of the first steps in Choosing Ourselves for the success we are meant to have.

We define our lives from our imagination and the things we create with our hands.

"It really matters whether people are working on generating clean energy or improving transportation or making the Internet work better and all those things. And small groups of people can have a really huge impact."

What I love about this quote is that he combines big problems with small groups.

A small group of people created Google. Not Procter & Gamble. Or AT&T.

Even at Apple, when Steve Jobs wanted to create the Macintosh, he moved his small group to a separate building so they wouldn’t get bogged down in the big corporate bureaucracy that Apple was becoming.

Ultimately, they fired him for being too far from the corporate message.

Years later, when Apple was failing, they brought him back. What did he do? He cut most of the products and put people into small groups to solve big problems.

Before his death he revolutionized the movie industry, the computer industry, the music industry, TVs, and now even watches (watch sales have plummeted after the release of the Apple Watch).

All of this from a guy who finished one semester of studying calligraphy in college before dropping out.

Studying the history of Apple is like studying a microcosm of the history of how to create big ideas. Larry Page is recreating this with his new corporate structure.

We don’t have as many managers as we should, but we would rather have too few than too many.

The 20th century was the century of middle-class corporatism. It even became a “law” called “The Peter Principle” – everyone rises to their level of incompetence.

One of the problems society is having now is that the entire middle layer of management is being demoted, outsourced, replaced by technology, and fired.

This is not a bad or a good thing (although it’s scary). But it’s a return to the role of masters and apprentices without bureaucracy and paperwork in the middle.

It’s how things get done. When ideas go from the head into action with few barriers in the middle.

To be a successful employee, you have to align your interests with those of the company, come up with ideas that further help the customers, and have the mandate to act on those ideas, whether they work or not.

That’s why the employee who wrote much of the code inside the Google search engine, Craig Silverstein, is now a billionaire.

Where is he now? He’s an employee at online education company, The Khan Academy.

If you ask an economist what’s driven economic growth, it’s been major advances in things that mattered – the mechanization of farming, mass manufacturing, things like that. The problem is, our society is not organized around doing that.

Google is now making advances in driverless cars, delivery drones, and other methods of automation.

Everyone gets worried that this will cost jobs. But just look at history. Cars didn’t ruin the horse industry. Everyone simply adjusted.

TV didn’t replace books. Everything adjusted. The VCR didn’t shut down movies.

The Internet didn’t replace face to face communication (well, the jury is still out).

"What is the one sentence summary of how you change the world? Always work hard on something uncomfortably exciting!"

Not everyone wants to create a driverless car. Or clean energy. Or solve a billion person problem.

But I have a list of things that are uncomfortably exciting to me.

They are small, stupid things. Like I’d like to write a novel. Or perform standup comedy. Or maybe start another business based on my ideas for helping people.

Every day I wake up a tiny bit afraid. But I also try to push myself a little closer in those directions. I know then that’s how I learn and grow.

Sometimes I push forward. Sometimes I don’t. I want to get more comfortable with being uncomfortable.

I do think there is an important artistic component in what we do. As a technology company I’ve tried to really stress that.

Nobody knows what the definition of Art is.

How about: something that doesn’t exist except in the imagination, that you then bring out into the real world that has some mix of entertainment, enlightenment, and betterment.

I don’t know. Something like that.

Certainly the iPad is a work of art. And the iPad has created works of art. And when I first saw a driverless car I thought, “that’s beautiful”.

I’m going to try and put my fingerprint on something today. And maybe it will be art.

The idea that everyone should slavishly work so they do something inefficiently so they keep their job – that just doesn’t make any sense to me. That can’t be the right answer.

We’ve been hypnotized into thinking that the “normal life” is a “working life”.

If you don’t “go to work” then you must be sick or on the tiny bit of vacation allotted to you each year.

What if everything you did you can inject a little bit of leisure, a little bit of fun into it.

I have fun writing, except when I think I have to meet a deadline (work). I have fun making a business that people actually use except when I think about money too much (work).

When you are at the crossroads and your heart loves one path and doesn’t love the other, forget about which path has the money and the work, take the path you love.

We want to build technology that everybody loves using, and that affects everyone. We want to create beautiful, intuitive services and technologies that are so incredibly useful that people use them twice a day. Like they use a toothbrush. There aren’t that many things people use twice a day.

What a great idea for a list of the day!

What are ten things that can be invented that people would use twice a day?

You need to invent things and you need to get them to people. You need to commercialize those inventions. Obviously, the best way we’ve come up with doing that is through companies.

I was speaking to Naveen Jain, who made his billions on an early search engine, InfoSpace.

He just started a company to mine rare earth minerals on the Moon.

But his real goal is extra-planetary colonization.

Somehow we got around to the question of why have a company in the middle of that. He has billions. He can just go straight for the colonization part.

He said, “Every idea has to be sustainable. Profitability is proof that an idea is sustainable.”

You may think using Google’s great, but I still think it’s terrible.

K. Anders Ericsson made famous the “10,000 hour rule” popularized later by Malcom Gladwell.

The rule is: if you practice WITH INTENT for 10,000 hours then you will be world-class.

He then wondered why typists would often reach a certain speed level and then never improve no matter how many hours.

After doing research, its because they forgot the “With intent” part. They were satisfied with “good enough”.

You have to constantly come up with new metrics to measure yourself, to compete against yourself, to better the last plateau you reached.

Google is great. But it can be better. Having this mindset always forces you to push beyond the comfort zone.

Once they changed the way typists viewed their skills (by recreating the feeling of “beginner’s mind”) the typists continued to get faster.

We have a mantra: don’t be evil, which is to do the best things we know how for our users, for our customers, for everyone. So I think if we were known for that, it would be a wonderful thing.

Many people argue whether or not Google has succeeded at this. That’s not the point.

The point is: Values before Money.

A business is a group of people with a goal to solve a problem. Values might be: we want to solve a problem, we want the customer to be happy, we want employees to feel like they have upward mobility, etc.

Once you lose your values, you’ll lost the money as well. This why family-run businesses often die by the third generation (“Shirt sleeves to shirt sleeves in three generations).

The values of the founder got diluted through his descendants until the company failed.

I think it is often easier to make progress on mega-ambitious dreams. Since no one else is crazy enough to do it, you have little competition. In fact, there are so few people this crazy that I feel like I know them all by first name.

Our parents have our best interests at heart and tell us how to be good adults.

Our schools have our best interests.

Our friends, colleagues, sometimes our bosses, sometimes government, think they have our best interests.

But it’s only when everyone thinks you are crazy that you know you are going to create something that surprises everyone and really makes your own unique handprint on the world.

And because you went out of the comfort zone, you’re only competing against the few other people as crazy as you are.

You know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night with a vivid dream? And you know that if you don’t have a pencil and pad by the bed, it will be completely gone by the next morning. Sometimes it’s important to wake up and stop dreaming. When a really great dream shows up, grab it.

For every article I’ve ever written, there’s at least ten more I left behind in the middle of the night thinking I would remember in the morning.

I have to beat myself in the head. I . Will. Not. Remember….Must. Write. Down.

It’s hard to wake up. And that’s the only thing worth remembering. It’s hard to wake up.

I have always believed that technology should do the hard work – discovery, organization, communication – so users can do what makes them happiest: living and loving, not messing with annoying computers! That means making our products work together seamlessly.

This is a deep question – who are you? If you have a mechanical hand, is that “you”?

Conversely, if you lose a hand, did you lose a part of you. Are you no longer a complete person? The complete you?

If an implant is put into your brain to access Google, does that effect who you view your self to be?

When books were invented, memory suffered. We no longer had to remember as much, because we can look things up.

Does that make our brains less human?

I bet memory has suffered with the rise of Google. Does this mean our consciousness has suffered?

When we created fire, we outsourced part of our digestion to this new invention. Did this make our stomachs less human?

With technology taking care of the basic tasks of our brain and body, it allows us to achieve things we couldn’t previously dream possible.

It allows us to learn and explore and to create past the current comfort zone. It allows us to find the happiness, freedom, and well-being we deserve.

Over time, our emerging high-usage products will likely generate significant new revenue streams for Google as well as for our partners, just as search does today.

This is it. This is why Larry Page has re-oriented Google into Alphabet.

Don’t waste your most productive energies solving a problem that now only has incremental improvements.

Re-focus the best energies on solving harder and harder problems.

Always keeping the value of “how can I help a billion people” will keep Google from becoming a Borders bookstore (which went out of business after outsourcing all of their sales to Amazon).

How does this apply to the personal?

Instead of being a cog in the machine for some corporation, come up with ways to automate greater abundance.

Always understand that coming up with multiple ways to help people is ultimately the way to create the biggest impact.

Impact then creates health, friendship, competence, abundance, and freedom.

But this is also why he created Alphabet and put Google underneath it.

To save the world. To save me.

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"As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones. A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me. A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea. Enjoy. Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud *~*~* Part I *~*~* Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother. "Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips. Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?" Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you." "And what kinds of things might they be?" "You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?" "Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A." Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo." Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that? Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo. The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen. "You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child." "I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..." "I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen." "Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone." Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment. "It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special." "How so?" "You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo." Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis." "Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled. It was her very first bawoo. Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms. As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie. People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty. Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!" Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs. Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely. She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving. From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy. At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly. Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off. Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her. Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders. For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done. But they weren't done. Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly. "C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed." Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that. Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes. It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot. Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run. Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did. Bawoo. She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer. *~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~* Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin. They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense. Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes." "Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm." Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it. "Cat?" Richard finally guessed. Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say." Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'." Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again. Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast. The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy. "Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress. "Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head. "I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means." "Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed. Stupid "imu" puzzle. Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh." Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder. Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin. Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?" She had a point. Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point. Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach. By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee. Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats. Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip. Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half. Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit. He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee. "How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort. "Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them. This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly. "S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach." "That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now." They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company. Lizzie... and her fiancée. Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out. "I'm getting married." "Wah - huh?" His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married." "Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?" "Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip." "Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..." "You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach." "Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality." "C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge." It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?" "I haven't told her yet." "You called me before Mom?" "Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first." Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it. Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend. "C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?" He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice. Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first." But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast. Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better. They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late."

As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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What would happen if Superman was found by Wayne and brought up with Bruce?


Okay, let's have some fun with it.

Let's have a story-

Thomas Wayne was traveling to Smallville for new business venture and he saw the kryptonian rocket landing in some of his just bought land.

He found a blue eyed little boy came out of the space ship smiling who managed to lift his limousine from one side.

Thomas Wayne was shocked out of his mind seeing everything and decided to bring the kid to his home - ‘The Wayne Mansion'

After hearing everything from Thomas, Martha Wayne was concerned, she asked him whether it was wise to bring an alien kid back in their home specially with Bruce being there

Thomas replied, “I thought about that but after looking at the innocent face of that child, I could not inform the authority with my right mind, they would keep him in some prison and would experiment on him”

Martha said, “But is Bruce safe with him?”

Thomas said, “Let’s have an eye on him for 24X7, I know a very well equipped guy for this, he is my old friend who is looking for a job currently, he is a war veteran and did some spying for the queen England, he has nowhere to go, he will be more than happy to do this job”

Martha asked, “What is his name?”

Thomas Wayne said, “He is known as Alfred Pennyworth, he is a decent human being despite his past”

6 years later-

Martha said to Thomas, “I won't have believed if you had told me that Clark would turn out to be such good boy, he has become such good friend to Bruce, both of them do everything together now”

Thomas said, “Yeah, I won't say that I didn't have any doubt but Clark is such a good boy, I mean Bruce is little naughty sometimes but not Clark, I think all the credit goes to Alfred”

A few minutes later-

Bruce ran towards Martha and asked angrily, “Mom, why can’t Clark come with us to the Opera House?”

Martha said, “We told you before that Clark is slightly different from us, we have to keep him in secret otherwise people would lock him up which is why Alfred home schooled him, he just can't come anywhere with us”

Bruce said, “Come on, it's not fair, if he doesn't go, I won't go either”

Thomas said to Bruce, “Come on, Bruce, please understand the situation…..”

Suddenly, Clark came from behind and said to them, “It's okay, Bruce, I will be playing with Alfred, he will teach me some stuff about myself, he is teaching me now how to control my powers”

Bruce said, “Wow, cool, now, I won't go to Opera, I would stay and play with them too”

Thomas said, “Bruce, you know, we have to go, all of us are invited, it would look bad if we don't go together”

Bruce said with a huge dissapointment, “Okay, Alfred, you have to show me also what you did with Clark”

Alfred said with a smile, “Okay, master Bruce, okay”

In the Opera House-

Thomas got a call from somewhere and after speaking in the phone for sometime, he became restless.

Martha asked, “What happened? Who was that?”

Thomas said, “I will tell you later but we have to go”

Martha said, “But concert didn't finish yet”

Thomas said, “We will go from backdoor, I already informed Alfred to send a limousine for us”

In the dark alley-

Martha said, “I am feeling little scared walking through such dirty dark alley”

Suddenly a man came out of nowhere and said, “Give me everything otherwise I will shoot you now”

Thomas said, “Okay, okay, don't shoot, this is my wallet, take everything, but don't shoot”

That guy said after looking at Martha's necklace, “Give me that necklace otherwise I will shoot”

Martha said, “No, this is my mother's, she gave me when she died, it's my mother's memory”

Suddenly, that guy shot twice and when Thomas tried to jump on that guy, he was shot as well

As both of them were struggling to have their last breath, that guy looked at frightened Bruce and said with a smile, “You can thank Jesus, kid, that I don't kill little kid, just know that it wasn't personal, I was hired to do this” and he left

Commissioner Gordon came quickly after hearing that his old friend Thomas Wayne and his wife was murdered infornt of their little boy in a dark alley

Commissioner Gordon said to a stiff Bruce while hugging, “You are not alone, Bruce, your father was my friend, I will always look after you, I will capture your parent's murderer and see it to that he gets the harshest punshiment possible”

Alfred said to Commissioner, “If everything is done, can I take him home?”

Commissioner Gordon said to Alfred, “Who are you?”

Alfred said, “I am his old friend plus butler plus housekeeper plus his guardian in absence of his parents”

Commissioner Gordon said,“Very Interesting!!! What are you two going to do in that huge mansion?”

Alfred said, “I was hoping to take him back to England, my homeland to get him away from all this nightmare for a while, we will return to Gotham later”

Commissioner Gordon said, “Good luck, by the way did you know anything about the last call that Mr Wayne took from some unknown source before all this”

Alfred said, “No, it's a news to me as well, keep me informed if you find anything more on this”

In the Wayne Mansion-

Bruce quickly went to his room and shut the door

Alfred said to Clark, “Has he eaten anything?”

Clark said, “Nope, he isn't even talking to me”

Alfred said to Clark, “It's understandable after this terrible tragedy, let's give him some space for awhile, in the meantime, we have something to discuss”

Clark said, “What? What is it?”

Alfred said, “Look, I have decided to take him back to London for awhile, change of scenery would be good for him, in the meantime, I know a decent couple in Smallville who are childless, I was thinking about asking them to adopt you, do you want that?”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “Don't worry, they are very very good individuals, they would love to have you as their son and I will return to Gotham in couple of years down the line with Bruce, you will stay with us then again in Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “I understand”

Alfred said, “I have taught everything to you that I know and knowing you, Clark, you will learn everything by yourself very very quickly, don't forget to hide your identity even from your new found adopted parents, you are now ready to assimilate with normal kids on your own age, again don't forget to hide your identity, act as any normal kid, go to school, study hard etc etc and lastly I may have found your mother ship in Antarctica from my past contacts, go check it out when you will grow up little more and more in control of your flight powers”

Clark said, “Okay and thanks Alfred for everything”

Alfred said, “I didn't do much, Clark, it's you, everything is your doing, you are such a brilliant kid, you will achieve a lot, always remember if you have abilities then use it to help others and always be responsible with your powers”

Clark said, “Thanks, I will always remember that”

8 years later in Smallville -

Clark Kent and Lana Lang was preparing to kiss for the first time…..

Suddenly, Clark heard a familiar tone….

“Great to see you, Clark, that you've grown out of that Wayne Mansion”

Clark said, “You are Bruce, aren't you? Wow, you are definately looking like Mr Wayne's son”

Lana Lang said, “I read about you, Mr Wayne, I saw you in the news channel, your big return to Wayne industry”

Bruce said, “I know as if news reporters don't have any other things to write about, what about that guy who wears that black cape and wears that rediculas bat costume and do vigilantism in Gotham's night, crazy, I know”

Clark said, “I don't know about that because someone who would do something like that must be very skillful and damaged inside”

Lana Lang said, “Forget all that but Clark, you didn't tell me how do you two know each other?”

Clark said, “Late Mr Wayne, first adopted me and then after his death, Pa and Ma did as they were childless, I know Bruce from childhood”

Lana said, “How cool is that! And I thought you were just another small town bore”

Bruce said, “Ha, ha, Clark and boring!!!!!!”

Clark said, “No, you are right, I am just another small town bore, I am very lucky that you are with me”

Bruce said, “Clark, you should come back to Wayne Mansion, Alfred and me, both are missing you”

Clark said, “Thanks Bruce but I am happy living here”

Bruce said, “Really, in this small town!!! I thought we were brothers”

Clark said, “We are and we are always going to be but Smallville has now become a special place in my heart, I will visit Gotham later”

Bruce said, “Not later, day after tomorrow, I am throwing a big party in Wayne Mansion, both of you are invited”

Clark said, “Okay, Bruce, we will go”

Day after tomorrow-

Lana said to Bruce, “Wow, you used to live here? It must be very interesting”

Clark said, “Nuh, you get used to it after awhile, to be honest, it was lonely, I am lucky to have Pa and Ma”

Alfred hugged Clark after seeing him and said, “Look at you, Clark, what an impressive gentleman you have turned out to be”

Clark said, “Good to see you too, Alfred, you look the same as always”

Bruce said to Clark, “You guys came, let me introduce you to Mayor and Commissioner Gordon”

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Now that you are back what are you going to do? Are you going to take charge of your father's business?”

Bruce said, “I was hoping for that”

Suddenly, a beautiful red head young woman came and said to Commissioner, “Dad, it's a party, I am sure Mr Wayne has a lot on his plate, no business talk”

Bruce said, “Your name is Barbara, isn't it?”

Barbara said, “You remember me then”

Bruce said with a smile, “Why should not I? We used to read in the same class”

Barbara said, “Yes and if I remember correctly, you were quite a brat”

Bruce said with a huge smile, “What!!??! Me!!!!??? Noooooo!!!?!”

Bruce said to them, “Let me introduce to my brother Clark, his yet to be officially girlfriend Lana”

Clark said to Bruce with a smile, “We are not saying that”

Barbara said to them by looking at Lana, “I understand”

Lana said to Barbara, “Thanks for understanding”

Bruce said to them, “Yeah, you girls always stick together”

Barbara said, “As if you guys don't”

Suddenly, a breaking news came that all the dangerous and unstable patients from Arkham Asylum escaped.

Commissioner Gordon said to Bruce, “Sorry, but I have to go”

Bruce said, “Absolutely, absolutly”

Party was over slightly after that as public panic was spreading

When Clark was talking to both Lana and Barbara, he heard with his super hearing that Bruce said to Alfred, “It's time”

A couple of hours later-

Everyone saw in TV screen that a guy in bat like costume was chasing unstable violent patients of Arkham Asylum and capturing them with outstanding skills.

Lana said to Clark, “Wasn't Bruce talking about that guy? I don't like this vigilantism, these people think that they are some kind of Outlaws”

Barbara said to her, “Excuse me, I completely disagree with that, infact I would say Batman is doing what police should be doing, I know for a fact that as my father is the police commissioner, sometimes police are limited inspite of all their efforts, criminals get away so if this Batguy is doing something to that, I would say more power to him”

Clark said, “Hey, both of you, relax, I am sure police are handling it”

Clark said to them, “You guys sit here, I have to talk to Alfred”

Clark could not find either Bruce or Alfred in the mansion

He used his x-ray vision to find out about the underground cave.

He saw Alfred was sitting there infront of multiple large computer monitors.

He quickly discovered the entry point to that cave and went inside

Alfred hearing Clark's footsteps said, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to discover this cave, I guess it didn't take much time then”

Clark said, “Bruce is this Batman, isn't it?”

Alfred said, “What do you think?”

Clark said, “How could you let him do this?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this he can take care of himself very well”

Clark said, “All that time, you were gone, he was doing this?!?”

Alfred said, “And more”

Clark said, “Why? Why did he need to do this?”

Alfred said, “After his parent's death, Bruce was damaged very badly inside, he was in a very very dark place, the only way to channel his darkness was to focus on the right direction, I nudged it and rest he did that by himself”

Clark said, “There was no other option?”

Alfred said, “Believe me when I say this that there is some very well constructed method to his madness”

Clark said, “You always told me to be responsible with my powers!!”

Alfred said, “And you did that, didn't you? That earth quake in Smallville, there was a news report that a guy who moved so fast that almost like a blur rescued a lot of people from the disaster, I knew it was you then and there, I am proud of you, Clark, I am proud of you”

Clark said, “But he doesn't have any powers, Alfred, he is just a human”

Alfred said, “He is not just a human anymore, Clark, he transformed himself to something more than that now, he lives by a code now, Bruce Wayne is the mask he wears outside, he is Batman inside”

Clark said, “And you are happy with that?”

Alfred said, “I am not unhappy specially considering the struggle he had to go through to become the symbol you are seeing today”

Clark said, “I should go there to help him”

Suddenly, Batman entered into the batcave.

Seeing Clark, he said, “I guess you would have figured it out by now”

Batman said to Alfred, “There's this guy whose face is burnt in acid calling himself Joker escaped from Arkham, he is highly dangerous and unpredictable, and I couldn't find him anywhere, we need to come up with a different strategy”

Clark said, “Let me help you Bruce”

Batman said, “You?? I am sorry you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry, what? I am not trained for this!!!”

Batman said, “What I do require more than powers and abilities and you are not trained for this”

Clark said, “I am sorry but that's funny”

Batman said, “Oh! Really!! Come on, punch me, Clark”

Clark said, “What? Are you kidding? You must be kidding”

Suddenly, Batman punched towards Clark and Clark easily avoided that and said, “You are being childish Bruce” and suddenly Batman used some kind of sonic weapon on Clark and which made Clark nuts because of his super hearing

And Bruce said to him, “Now, imagine Clark if I had a kryptonite now which can be found by the way, it's rare but it can be found, this is why you need training”

Clark said, “Okay, you win, Bruce, teach me how to fight”

Bruce said, “And you will need a new uniform as well, you can't be blur all the time, you need to wear a mask, probably not like mine since you are epitome of light contrary to my darkness”

Alfred said, “And Clark, I have finallly been able to pin point the latitude and longitude of your mother ship in Antarctica, you might find something interesting there as well”

This will be the beginning of World's greatest team………


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"Can you write a story? This question was to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers Read the answer below"

Can you write a story?

This question was to me on Quora which is a social media app for asking questions and getting answers

Read the answer below

ME AND ALEX:

Just moved to a big city and a new apartment. Excited for starting a new life in a new city. Other day I met this girl in elevator. I didn't know what exactly to say to her. It was rather dumb of me. Normally I wasn't so nerdy. Let's hope, second time would be little less embarassing.

In the elevator-

"Hi! I saw you yesterday. Do you live in this building? I just moved here"
"Okay... yeah..."
"Oh! I am sorry. You must be thinking creepy guy. Sorry to bother you. My bad"
"No, it's okay. It's just that I don't like to talk much in the morning. I am sorry if I seem rude"
"No. It's completely okay. Here's my floor. I will be going now"

In the garage-

"Damn! She completely ignored me. I was too enthusiastic. I am not bothering her again"

Next day in the elevator-

"Hi! Are you going to work?"
"Oh! Yes. I thought you said that you didn't like to talk much in the morning"

(Awkward silence)

"You must be thinking what a rude woman. Yes, I am a bit of moody. I am sorry for that"
"Nope, completely acceptable. Being a girl in a big city. You can't be too careful these days"
"Yes. Where do you work?"
"I work in a construction company. I am the chief operating officer"
"Oh! Okay. This is my floor. We'll talk later"
"Thanks. What's your name by the way?"
"Alex. What's yours?"
"Raymond Silva"

Next day was Sunday-

I was complaining to building manager about lack of hot water and he was saying something about plumbing problems. Suddenly, Alex came there with her laundry...

"Hi! Ray. Are you busy today? Otherwise let's meet somewhere and get to know each other"
"No. Wait! Are you asking me to a date?"
"We don't have to give any label. Just two people getting to know each other"
"Oh... okay.... I thought that was called date"
"No. That is something very specific. We are not that"
"Got it. So where do we meet? In your apartment or mine?"
"Let's go to mine"

One month later in the morning-

We went to four dates. We knew quite a bit of about ourselves by then. She worked in a spa. She already gave me massage to my back (I had a really sore back from work stress), she didn't even charge me for anything inspite of my insistence. I would call that progress. Infact things were going really well. We would meet that night in my room.

That night-

Ring ring ring ring ring ring

"Weird. She isn't opening up. I thought she wasn't going anywhere. Okay, I will come back later"

Next day in the evening-

It was same. I started to feel something wasn't right. I called the cop. They opened the door. She wasn't anywhere. Infact it almost looked like she was vanished from inside. Cop said that she could be gone from the fire escape. They interrogated me and the whole building. It was mess. I couldn't go to work. Cop said that she didn't have any living relatives anymore. Few years ago her mother died in heart failure. After that she moved to this building. They told me to wait for few more days to see if she would come back and they were looking into her disappearance.

Cop could not find anywhere her.

One year later-

I worked for a different company now. I had to travel a lot. I lived in a different city as well. After that incident and after getting a new job, I decided to move to a new city.

One day I was coming back from work. It was in a small town. I suddenly saw Alex was walking with few girls of her age. They were smiling and behaving as if nothing as happened. I asked my uber driver to stop the car. Driver could not stop it immediately because it was a busy street. By the time he stopped the car, I couldn't find them anywhere. I ran towards the area where I saw them and searched for them for a while but couldn't find them. I came back to my home and opened Alex's Facebook account. I saw her late mother's picture. She was beautiful as well just like her daughter. Melissa Bolt was her name. I couldn't find much about her mother and Alex there. It seemed Alex didn't have that many friends except few girls who lived in that neighborhood. I saw them after Alex's disappearance. I came to police department and talked to the cops. They didn't exactly give that much importance beyond their usual response. I realised that they were already busy with a lot of cases and finding her wasn't their first priority. I asked the cop to give me some background information about Alex. He reluctantly gave me a copy and asked me not to do anything stupid. I smiled and went away. I came to our old apartment area and talk to those neighbouring girls and talked to her spa colleagues. Nothing much I found except that she was a very normal girl and she was quiet but funny. She didn't know her father and neither did her mother knew about Alex's father. Apparently, Melissa slept with a lot of men before conceiving Alex. I went to that smalltown again. I went to the area where I saw Alex. I saw a diner nearby. I went inside and started to show her picture there and hoping to find something. No such luck. When I was getting out of there one old lady said to me, "I think I saw someone like that in Jefferson house. I think it was their daughter. They are this big family and everyone knows them"

"Thanks ma'am. What is their address?"

She gave me their address.

I went to Jefferson house. It was a huge mansion. Before I entered the building, I felt something wasn't right somewhere. So I didn't go there looking for her. I waited for the night. When everything was dark, I was watching their house from my car. Suddenly, I saw Alex with another man, came out from a car. They kissed and Alex looked really happy. They entered the house. I felt like a stalker.

I asked myself, "Why am I so concerned with her? I hardly knew her. I didn't exactly love her either. Is it just curiousity?"

Five minutes later I saw one gentleman came out of building with that man. I came closer to them to hear their conversation.

"Peter, you saw my wife and how she was with Sarah. But I don't know why I don't have a good feeling about this"
"Sir, don't worry about that. I understand your cynicism. After all, she was missing for eight years. The asshole that kidnapped her left her in the dark. So she would be little out of place. I am waiting for police to catch that piece of shit"
"You are probably right"

I realised that Sarah probably Alex or was she pretending to be Mr Jefferson's kidnapped daughter?!!?
I thought to myself, "I don't need to get into this mess. This whole thing stinks of bad. I barely knew Alex. Let's move on"

One month later-

I had a promotion. A whole team was working under me. Erica, a Jewish girl who was incharge of finance, used to smile at me whenever we looked at each other. At first I thought she was being nice. But one day she asked me to a date, it was going well. But somewhere it was never on same level with Alex. Maybe I was too hung up with her. One day, Erica and I did share one wonderful night together. But I was little apprehensive about committing into anything serious. Erica understood that and didn't push me into anything.

Everything was going really well for me. I was bit of a workaholic. I had another promotion and I was meeting with the board members for the first time. I was shocked to find out that Mr Jefferson was one of the board members.

Anyway, I was asked to come to this corporate party. I took Erica with me.

There Alex or Sarah first time saw me and she was with her boyfriend Peter. I was sure now that she was Alex. Her face was red seeing me. She told Peter something. Peter looked at me with curiosity and put on a smile and came to us.

"Hi, I am Peter Lavelle. This is my fiance Sarah. She is the daughter of Mr Jefferson"

I didn't act as if I knew her.

"Oh! Wow! Lovely to meet you. I am Raymond Silva. This is Erica. We are coworkers"

Erica looked at me with disappointment.

Alex wasn't looking at me directly. I made sure that I didn't either. I was actually finding Mr Lavelle very charming and interesting. We talked and drank and laughed. Our common love for baseball did help. Erica tried to talk to Alex but she wasn't that interested. Only we three were talking. Alex was very quiet during the conversation.

Next day, Erica directly asked me whether I knew Sarah. I said that I didn't.

"Liar. She was only looking at you during the whole conversation"
"What can I say? Girls find me irresistible"
"Shut up. It's fine, it's not like we are serious or anything"
"Yes, exactly"
Erica smiled and left.

One month later-

I was in a shopping mall. I was going to the fourth floor by elevator. And Alex joined me with various shopping bag. It was uncomfortable as we were trying to avoid looking at each other.

Suddenly, electricity was down and elevator stopped working. Emergency gear wasn't working.
Alex was panicking.
"Don't need to panic. I am sure that they are going to fix it anytime"
"Yes, sure, you are probably right"

Half and hour was gone like that. It was uncomfortable silence.

I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Alex, how long are we going to pretend not to know each other?"
She was flabbergasted and said, "What do you mean? I only saw you in that party for the first time and I don't like to talk to people in the ........."
"Morning. I know. You are moody in the morning. I know. Look, Alex, you can keep playing your little game and I don't care. But please don't expect me to be fooled by your stupid act"
"Excuse me, how dare you..."

And electricity came back and elevator door opened and I went away from her.

My whole morning was wasted and I was angry.

In the evening when I was getting into my car in the parking lot suddenly someone bashed my head from behind and everything went dark.

When I woke up, I saw Alex was lying there with me, both of us are chained to the floor. A door opened and I saw Peter.

"Bitch, you couldn't leave your past behind, could you? We gave you so much money"
"I am sorry, Peter, I didn't know this would happen"
"Shut up bitch" in saying this he slapped her.
She was crying.
I didn't say anything.
Peter looked at me and said with smile, "Ah! Man, I like you. But you had to get involve with this loser. I am sorry I have to do this, nothing personal"
I said, "If you let me go, I can assure you that I am going to forget about this"
"Come on, Man, you know I can't do that"
I said, "Look, I don't have any interest in whatever it is going on here between two of you. I couldn't care less about her"
"Sorry, man, we would have been great friend in other circumstances but we have to do whatever we have to do"
I calmly said, "I am thirsty"
Peter pour me a glass of water.
I kicked in his leg and he fall flat infront of me, I tightened my chain around his neck and wait for him to be completely senseless.
I took the key from his pocket and released ourselves.
Alex said with panic, "Is he dead?"
I look at his vain and said, "Almost and he will be if he isn't hospital quickly"
I quickly realised that we were in the basement of Peter's house.

I later heard from cop that Alex was indeed the daughter of Mr Jefferson. Alex's mon had an affair with Mr Jefferson when he was married which is why Alex looked so similar to Sarah. Sarah's mother was mentally ill so she couldn't recognise her. Mr Jefferson had doubt but not enough to confront Alex. Peter was hired by Mr Jefferson's brother for this whole thing. Peter used to do some shady work for Mr Jefferson's brother who didn't get any of his father's wealth because of the involvement with Mafia. Peter first abducted Sarah but things didn't go according to the plan and Sarah accidentally got killed. Hence, Peter hired Alex with a lot of money when he saw her first time in a spa. Peter was planning to backstab Mr Jefferson's brother as well.

Mr Jefferson after hearing about everything from cop decided to pardon Alex. He didn't want to lose another daughter.

Few days after that-

"Hello, Raymond"
"Oh! Mr Jefferson, please come"
"Please, don't bother yourself. You are a busy man. I am not going to keep you for very long. I came here to thank you personally. Everything you did for us...."
"Please, don't mention it. Any guy would have done so .."
"No, they probably wouldn't. Anyway, Alex couldn't come to you by herself specially after everything. Please listen to her"
"Sure, let her come"
Mr Jefferson left my office and Alex entered with a crying face.
"I am very sorry, Raymond"
"No need to apologise, Alex, I understand everything"
"I know what I did was grave crime and I am really lucky that I am not inside any prison. I have hurt you and you have every right to be angry with me..."
"Let me stop you there, Alex, I understood something now that we were never really in love with each other. I had a lot of fantasy with you in my head. You know big city and all. I was feeling very vulnerable. Suddenly, I saw you and I felt that you were the one. It was completely one dimensional stupidity from my side. You were never really that into me. So you are forgiven"
"No, I do love you and I was wrong....."
Suddenly, Erica entered the room.
And I said, "Let me reintroduce you, this is Erica and we are engaged. But I don't think that it would be right for us to send you any invitation to our wedding. So you can go now, Alex"
Alex left the room crying.
Erica said, "Are you sure that we aren't rushing into anything?"
"No. I was an idiot before. Infact I should been in this position earlier. I am really lucky that you stuck with me. Thank God that I have grown up now"

THE END

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