The sight of my body, my_former_ body lying dead on the floor was a shock. My-- _his_, I had to remember to say _his_ -- face had alook of surprise an... fear. Why shouldn't it? Did it hurt to die, I wondered. I found myself hopingthat it did. I'd squeezed the trigger as the spelltook effect. I hoped that Rosa's spirit had gotteninto my body in time to feel the pain as it died. Langdon, that puerco, was dead, too. I'd shot himfirst, right between those beady eyes. I don't knowwhich I enjoyed. Woh itni behremi se unke nipples apne daaton se kaat raha tha ki woh ekdum laal ho chuke the. Aur sath hi sath apna ganda haath maa ke muh ke andaar dal rakha tha jisko maa bade chaav se chuss rahi thi.Fir usne wapas maa ko gandi tarike se chumna chalu kar diya ek pyase janwar ki tarah. Fir usne bola, “Eh Anjali apna muh toh khol.” Maa ne bilkul waise hi kiya aur mein yaakin nahi kar sakta usne aage kya kiya. Usne apne muh mein thook bhari aur saari ki saari thook maa ke muh mein daalne. He wasted no time asking what it was she was looking for in such a club. She tells him in hushed tones and he looks at her for the briefest of moments before giving a nod and instructing her to go and wait outside at the back of the club. As he sloped off back into the shadows she turned swiftly on her heel, doing as she was told. She found her way outside and gratefully stepped into the night air only to be met with another unpleasant odor of piss. Still she edged past upturned beer crates. She would follow it up with a good giggle then playfully slap him in the shoulder. He would always feign a look of pain back at her. That was their thing. They broke up after four months which was a long relationship for two thirteen-year-olds.As the years passed, Diana would have her fair share of relationships. As with every stage in life, there are trends. They come and go, like Skidz, parachute pants and penny loafers with no socks. All of which Diana tried in her youth with moderate.