.Fir boli ye kya hai maine kha ye swming ke kapre hai to wo boli matlab maine kha ye phan ke nahaya jata hai wo boli itne chote phan ke sabke samne ka...se nhate ho ge…Maine kha ye shair hai shair .Wo boli main ise nahi phanu ge maine kha jaise tere marji..Chal ja skelt phan ke dikha fit a rahi hai ki nahi ..Thodi der baad wo sharmati hui kamre ke bhar aai mere to aakhe fati ke fati rha gai ….Mera to land hi khada ho gaya…Man to kar reha tha ki patak ke chod du pe chod nahi sakta tha.Mager than. Money is composed of 25 percent linen and 75 percent cotton. If I put a flame to it, we would expect that it would catch fire. What if I got it wet? Do you think it would burn, then?” Mr. Dutton asked.The class seemed divided. We watched as he dunked my hundred-dollar bill into a bowl of liquid and then pulled it out wet. I rose halfway out of my chair when Mr. Dutton pulled a lighter out of his pocket and put the flame under my money. When the bill literally burst into flames, the class. .. He laughs in her face, clamping his hand around middle of her neck he whispers in her ear, "I said you could go home, I never said it was gonna be to your own." He starts to lead her across the grass and back towards the parking lot at the far end of the park. "I have someone who would like to meet you, baby, she's waiting for me at home. You can stay in the playroom. You'll love it down there, it's perfect for a good little girl like you. I can't wait to watch the two of you play with. A bloody Princess! The thought of bringing this snooty young American down a peg or two pleased him immensely and he laughed all the way to the Surf Club.Tiger Kelly, Jim Yates and Billy Sutton were in the bar of the club drinking large pints of beer when Hugh walked in."OK buddy, you buy the next round," called Tiger. "You're fined for desertin' us. Where the hell did you go with that Yankee bird?" Yeah," chipped in Billy, "what's the idea of keeping that bit of jail-bait all to yourself..