The four young beauties were probably more ready than I was.Since yesterday morning Catla, and all my mates really, had been building them up with pro...ises of new more functional clothes and foot wear. Why wouldn't they be ready to go? And I was sure as hell ready to help. It had been a while since we'd had a good bathing and shaving party.I wasn't the only one getting a show though. While Shayta filled the tub with warm water the four suspects stripped off their hide clothing, such as it was,. Mene bhabhi ko kaha aapki nind kharab ki ho to sorry, bhabhi ne bola esi koi bat nahi. Aa jao ander or muje laptop deke wo chali gai. Mene kal rat ko apne mob. Me kuchh blu films leke gaya tha. Jo fatafat mene uncle ke lptop me transfer kar di. Bhabhi apna kam kar rahi thi or me apna kam. Thodi der ke bad me bhabhi mere liye chay or biscuit leke aai or hum sath me nasta karne lage. Me bhabhi ko hi dekh raha tha, bhabhi ne bi muje range hatho pakad liya or puchne lagi ki kya dekh rahe ho, me dar. But Tess and Kim were in for a horrific double-shocker. Superstition Mountain was a 72-hole event, but, for both my girls, it was 36 holes -- and out. They both missed the cut!It wasn't particularly close.More time, preparation, and well-spaced practice rounds had been played at Superstition Mountain than at any other golf course they'd visited on the tour. Their double shutout was vexing, to say the least.The silver lining would have been the fact that we no longer had to hurry westward in. Yes, a story that could set the nation on its head. A story that only Justin Story could uncover.Stopping at the baggage carousel, Justin saw his brown leather case. He never packed a lot, not much in clothes anyhow. The aging piece of leather luggage had seen its better days but it was still quite functional and that’s all that mattered to Story.“Story?” A tall skinny black guy in his late twenties, sporting an ill fitting, off the rack, gray suit, stood staring at him. “Are you Justin.