Mera chehara udas dekh ke rekha me pucha “jiju,didi ki yaad aa rahi hai?”Main “ha re tere didi ke bager rat hi nahi katati!uske badan ki khushbu...liye bina nind nahi aati.”Rekha ne fir haske pucha “kitni bar khurbu lete ho jiju? Jara hame bhi batao na!”Maine kaha “tum kya karogi?tumhare pas thodehi vaisi khushbu hai jo mujhe dogi? ”Rekha-“vaisi nahi,par mere pas bhi hai.chane to dekh lo.”Aur vo mere pas mere aage baith gai .mere gale me bahe dalkar mujhe aapne gale se lagaya. Uske is bartav se. He turned around to exit via the same door he'd entered without even looking around.I finally cleared my throat, and he jumped as he turned back. His eyebrows, white bushy things, tried to crawl up his forehead in surprise, though to his credit, he didn't shriek."Who are you? How did you get here?"He turned towards a different door without waiting for an answer, and I felt his aura flare as he cast some sort of spell. It felt ... greasy, was the only word I could come up with for it. Wynne's. “Surprise Mom,” Gerard said picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, “this year I’m making sure you get what you deserve.” He carried her into the kitchen and tossed her, face down, on the table and proceeded to pull the hem of her dress up, and her panties down. Going to one of the kitchen drawers, he grabbed a roll of plastic wrap, tucked one end into her ass and wrapped her to the table until she was plastic wrapped from the small of her back to her upper thighs. Once done, he. It was not a site visible from where our ship was anchored, and we always took precautions, in approaching the park area, to assure that it wouldn't be too easy for someone observing our approach to know from which direction we had came.We'd been in Mobile now for several days. I was beginning to wonder whether anyone was out there in Radioland, listening.But when we arrived at the park on the late afternoon of the sixth day after establishing this routine, we found two black men, standing out.