.." Look, I see your point, Fiona. Everybody in there saw your point. You have an issue with hypocracy. You resent the men in there with their trophy ...ives. Honestly, I don't give a fuck! I just hate the gossip, the rumour-mongering, and the prying into my life. Everybody knows, now, and there's nothing more for them to whisper about. That's all I was trying to do." Hey! Fine by me!" Fiona put up her hands. "Your call!"Meanwhile, Bradley looked on bemused. He was fascinated by the dynamics. "Naturally. Now we know where it is. But we have yet to learn how it can possibly be transferred to the lithographs -- unless the package does not contain lithographs. I've been trying to figure that out. It seems impossible." But why can't you have someone break into the gallery -- if that's where they are? You can get Dawson, too!" Jill smiled smugly at the thought of the crude printer getting his comeuppance."It is not enough. We can imprison Garcia and Dawson. But our organization is far. Mai is time indore me hu, maine waha rent pe room liya hua hai, ground floor pe makan malik or 1st floor par mai rahta hu, makan malik ke pariwar me 2 bacche uncal or aunty rahte hai bade bacche ki age 15year or chhote ki 10 sal hai, aunty ki umra 35 year hai ,uncal ek private company me job karte hai, or wo jyadatar bahar rahte hai,Mai unke dono baccho se ghul mil gaya ,aunty se bhi kai batn hoti thi , koi bhi kam ho wo mujhe bula liya karti thi,wo dekhne me ki 16 sal ki ladki se kam nahi thi. My make-up, hair, and fingernails are the same as they were on thenight of our anniversary, when I pledged myself to Krystal andWomanhood forever. After all, it is an obligation to preserve a "workof art" for all to see. It was my decision not to wear a veil. I amdeeply proud of what I have become; at 39-20-36, I am every inch awoman. I have no wish to hide ANYTHING.As I glide gracefully up the aisle, I see my beautiful Krystal waitingfor me in her "tuxedo"; a black satin morning coat with.