His stomach rumbled, gurgling audibly under his layers of clothing. He had exerted himself so much, burned so many calories keeping warm, he needed to...eat. He remembered the cans that he had found and piled on the dining table, making his way back to the kitchen. Frost still coated every surface, it hadn’t thawed at all, no heat was getting through to the base.He rifled through the cans, sending a couple of them rolling, his gut cramping uncomfortably as he searched for something with a legible. He had been forced to wear this whenever her Ladyship was not around, ever since his wife had discovered a cartomancer who claimed to predict exactly where in her cycle her Ladyship would be most likely to conceive a girl. It would prevent, she said “unnecessary dilution of such fertility as may be needed at the critical moment.”Now their sex lives were ruled by the fall of tarot cards. The empress, the sun and the three of cups, showed that her Ladyship. was fertile; the ace of cups that she. Fir unhone night sute nikala vo bra or penti me thi or mera darwaja khula mera pehla pani to aese hi nikal gya. Wo women nahi kayamat thi. Dikhne me bilkul koi heroin se kam nahi. Aake muje boli control mere dost abhi to pehli night he or do din baki he. Or aake unhone apne garam garm hotho se mje kiss kia. I am just out of town.Fir kya tha vo bhi tut padi or mera bhi tutna lajmi tha.ham bas ek dusre ko chume hi ja rahe the tab mera hth unki bara pe gya. Or vo bol uthhi tod do mere raja. Mene. Serena wandered into the common room, not even noticing Ivy from her spot in the study alcove next to the door. She watched Serena pad across the room in bare feet, her olive skin seeming slightly darker against the light carpet, as she went over to the microwave and popped some popcorn. Ivy kept still and hidden, waiting to spring her trap. It wasn’t until Serena settled onto the couch, her back to Ivy so that only her long dark hair was visible over the couch cushions, that Ivy made her move..