‘So, Bax.’ Brody tapped a finger on his beer bottle. ‘How supportive were your parents when you told them you wanted to play hockey?’ Baxter s...offed. ‘Are you kidding? I’m Canadian.’ Brody laughed. ‘Right. What was I thinking?’ ‘Actually, my mom wasn’t so enthused. I got a million lectures on how hard it was, how long I’d have to practice, how hard I’d have to work, how zillions of guys want to do that and don’t make it.’ ‘Typical mom stuff.’ ‘Yeah, but you know.’ Baxter shrugged. ‘I got. The single one thing that bothered me the most was the trigger finger aspect of racial relations that was as dangerous as any minefield the fucking French were always planting in the cause of peace.Peace was one hell of a nice word.Of course, the opposite of Peace was War and in this case, war was the sort of war that probably meant the extinction of the human species from the face of the earth. I remembered being a “Peacekeeper” a long time ago with my armor-plated rounds all sealed up inside. And then I saw her, wrapped head to toe in black cloth, a hijab, I think it was called, protecting her modesty by leaving only her hands and and her eyes exposed. She trailed after an Arab man dressed in a suit, his head covered by a white headwrap, the keffiyeh with intricate, red designs, the type of headdress youd see in Saudi Arabia. He was young, early twenties, and the woman was probably his wife, and struggled to carry their purchases while her husband chatted away on his cell phone.. Me TV. dekhane laga achanak light chali gai.to me bore hone laga tha .Achank mere dimak me bhabhi ke bare me yaad aaya ki me or bhabhi neeche akele hai. Tab mene socha kyo na aaj apni kismet aazmai jaye or me bhabhi ke room ke paas jaa ke dekha ki bhabhi gahri neend me so rahi to me bhabi ke paas bad per ja ker let gaya.Me jya ter sote time sirf short pahnta hoon or kuch nai yaha tak ki underwear bhi nai pahanta hoon. Mene dheere 2 bhabhi ke boobs ko sahlana start ker diya.Kuch der boobs.