That was about all he had to go on in a city he didn't know; in a country whose language he didn't understand. The one consolation was that the place ...as a hot bed of refugees and the intelligence services of the Allies and the Wehrmacht. Deception, evasion, and desperation were the currency of many of those that had come to the city in the last few months. That at least was something Freddie felt comfortable with.Clegg's hotel was welcoming enough. The suite he had booked into was comfortable. ”to main bola, “isme kounsi badi baat hai aap in taswiro ko hata diziye aur dekhiye woh aap se hi baate kerenge, milenge bhi, aap kisise kam thodi hi na hai.” Unka mood kuch ghabra gaya aur woh boli, “agar mein in taswiro ko chhuungi to woh mujhe maar hi dalenge.”to main bhi ghabra gaya aur bola, ” to lagta hai apke pati ka deemag phir gaya hai, ek aurat pe hath uthate hai.? Jinse pyar karna chahiye unse maar marte hai. Chhi” to woh ro padi. Maine unse kaha na rone ko lekin woh rote rahe.Main. I’m not an it, you stupid fucks!”The first guy slaps me across the face. “If you think you’re a woman then we’ll treat you like a woman and fuck you like one!” he says menacingly. A quiet moan suddenly escapes from my lips as the thought of being fucked like that and the slap in the face suddenly flicks a switch and turns me on.“Sounds like that’s what it wants," another man says.“Fuck you!” I scream back.The guy behind me, reaches for my ass and slips a finger in it while telling the fourth. In truth, out of nowhere, she’d started having daydreams, and realized she had to at least tell her sisters about them. Trisha and her sisters were very close. They got together all the time in fact. They talked about everything although Trisha wasn’t the chattiest person around. She had her moments but this wasn’t necessarily one of those moments but it was bothering her nonetheless. However, once she sat and listened to them and once she heard their stories, and seeing as she sat there.