The story is true but names and other particulars have been changed and i have narrated the story in the words of my friend himself. Hope you enjoy th...s story. Write to me if you like it. Here is the actual story.Dosto mera naam bilas chand hai, (bc for short. B stands for behan and c stands for chod, yani ki bc means behanchod) meri umar 26 saal ki hai. Main mba pass hoon, mera kad 6 feet aur rang saaf hai. Mera apna business hai. Mere pita ji ka dehant ab se 6 mahine pehle ho gaya tha, meri. They're both trained professionals. Cost me an arm and a leg, but they say they would have done it for free, just because it's my little girl. They've been fans of us since we started. They'll be a few car lengths behind you the whole way. If you see them in a restaurant or whatever, don't talk to them. As far as anyone knows you have no idea who they are, alright? But if anyone bothers you, they'll be there in a heartbeat. I trust them completely." Thank you, Daddy."Charlotte was crying. I. “You’re George Michael. Freedom and all that talk. Or Restless Heart and all that talk of ‘why does it have to be one way or other?’ You don’t see a point to monogamy. You don’t see a point to violence, burning the bitch or the bastard, to angry responses and overreactions, and kicking the crap out of someone who’s touched your property. You don’t see things possessively, not like Emily and I do.“Emily likes Carrie Underwood music. Did you notice that, Steve? I bet that you didn’t bother to ask. The red head had just finished with a long hot shower, making her bathroom quite humid. While she really enjoyed sauna-like atmosphere, she didn't want to waste too much time. She had to dry off, get dressed, and be on her way.Rose pulled back the glass shower door and reached towards her towel rack and found... nothing. Her moist hand patted all over the rack in search of a towel, but still, she found nothing. This was odd, to say the least."I could have swore I grabbed one," Rose said,.