You turn maar k bus stop pe Shabina k pass gya or puch Shabina tum yha kaise vo ghabra gayi or idhar udhar dekha or boli ghar ja rahi hu bus ka intzar...kar rahi hu maine kha mai bhi offc ja rha hu (Bahana maara) chalo raste mai tumhe ghr chod deta hu. vo pehle toh mani nhi fir mere zidd karne per chalne ko tayar ho gayi maine usse bike pe bethaya or chal pada uska pehla touch uff tan badan mai aag lga di usne jaise he mai break maaru uske bade bade stan jaise he takrate niche se pant k andr he. !"I'm just a young boy and this story is about my mom's friend whose name is Lisa,I would call her Mrs. Carter but she insisted that I call her by her first name, i.e., Lisa. She was in her 40s, she lived two houses away from ours and she has been friends with my mom since I remember, "hot" is one word I would describe her but I've never thought or felt that way about her because of how close she and my mom are. She does have a husband and she also has a daughter who is a one or two years. Annette thoroughly enjoyed her Zoology. One of her tutors was a Dr Michael Thorne. She quickly discovered that he was an ardent and very knowledgeable ornithologist. He used to lead teams at the weekends to watch birds in the Welsh mountains and on the cliffs. His wife, Eileen, always came too. It was not long before Annette became a friend as well as a student. Michael was in his early forties. He had played Rugby for Cardiff University and had retained his fitness. Eileen was in her late. "You can visit me already tomorrow," Lauren said, and added, "Now thatyou're unemployed." Unemployed?" I asked."I took the liberty of handing in your notice," Sandra said, showing memy phone in her hand. "Don't worry. You were very polite about it."Dumbfounded, I could only drop another curtsey."I also made you an appointment with my hairdresser and beautician,"she said.Another curtsey."Your interview is scheduled for next Tuesday," Lauren informed me."Thank you, ma'am," I said, and curtseyed.