"What's a farrier?" Miranda asked, after they passed one truck."Someone who shoes horses. Why?" I thought that's what it meant. The sign on the back o... that last truck said 'Grace Miller, Farrier'"."Grace has been shoeing horses since I was a teenager. She's never going to retire. Why? Don't tell me you're surprized that a woman does that kind of work." I guess I sound sexist, don't I?" A little. She doesn't do the smith-work. The shoes are all lightweight alloys now, not hammered iron. First things first though," Thomas took his sweet time,snapping picture and picture on his phone, before replacing it in hispocket. "Wait till the guys see this."Will had been at it all day, and the stress was starting to show. "C'monman, Quit being an asshole, and get me out of here!" I said, No prob," Thomas said, before reaching into the closet, andpulling out a giant boxing glove, and BONK!"You've got to be kidding me!" Will thought while he was flying over thenearby buildings, after his. Some guys in bike threw water on my brest it was very embracing for me because my saree got wet(see below the picture)boys inside cafe were starring at my brest.one guy commented on me "look at this slut very hot boobs".it made me feel bad but it's ok.i was eating ice cream those boys were commenting very bad about me one boy told "hello slut are free for tonight" another guy told "look you whore can u give blowjob to us I will pay you"I became sad and tensed it was very shameful for me in. His grin – and my temporary good mood – dimmed as we progressed deeper and deeper underground.The tunnel we were in widened progressively as we went, and the soldiers behind us kept readjusting their lines, trying to ensure that the entirety of the tunnel was obstructed and that as many as possible were at the front to meet the enemy when the time came. The Wardens spread out, the Legionnaires right behind us filling the second row. The torches, carried by a few well-protected soldiers.