Main kahan rukne wala tha aur maine uski choot mein ungli daal di aur vo pagal ho gyi. Main dheere dheere usey fingering kar rha tha aur vo machal rah... thi. Main thoda ruka and uth kar uski jeans aur kachchi dono hee niche karne laga. Vo thoda rokne lagi but main mana nahi aur utar di. Jeans utarte hee main uski tange khol kar uski choot par toot pda aur uski choot ko chaatne laga. Vo pagal ho gyi aur mere sar ko apne hath se apni choot pr dabane lagi aur apni thighs se mujh par pakad bnane. Beth grabbed a few, stuffing them in her mouth carefully to avoid smudging her lipstick. They had grabbed a bite to eat at the edge of town on Lily’s insistence. Beth almost told her no, but suddenly realized how hungry she was. It was as if the intern was a mind reader.“Are you sure you don’t want any ketchup? Fry sauce? Anything?” Lily held up an open container.“Rookie move. You don’t want to drip sauce on your blouse. It makes you look unprofessional, and then people stare at your breasts. Katya is a great example. I remember writing about how she broke down crying during my pickup which was part of how I ended up asking for the right to take an extra concubine. She was crying about losing her sister to a pickup, months before. The thing was that Katya is amazingly brave when it involves protecting her family and friends. I've watched her wade into the ocean holding a stick trying to strike one of the large predator fish that was eyeing some of the young children on the island.. The thoughts of Liz brought to mind what she’d said to me when I’d seen her the previous morning. Before Doctor Orosco had cut her off she’d said that Becky needed me. Of that, I had no doubt, but needed me HOW? I thought she needed me as a friend, but both Liz and Becky seemed to think otherwise. My problem with THAT was that it was even more problematic than either Nancy or Emmy, and given Becky’s mental state, something that could end up being a nightmare for her, for me, or more likely,.