Mene nariyal kaa tel apne lund par lagaya aur kuch mousi ke gaad parrr lagayaaa tel lagaya too mousi ke gaad aur bhiii jayda chamakene lagi mene mousi...ko godi hone ke liya kaahaa mousi godi ho gaii mene unki gaad ko ek hat se failayaaa aur dusre haat see apne lund ko pakadke unke gaand ke chedpar rakaaa jaraaa aaaram see dalnaaa Sandy dard mat hone denaaaaa mene jat se ek jalka saa short maraaa mere lund ke topi sir unke gaad me chali gaiiii haaaa maaarr giii jaraaa aaram see rajaaaa mene fir. .." She closed hereyes, lost in her memories. "We used to go everywhere together! To themuseums in downtown Chicago, or shopping for dresses for you, although Ialways drove out to the Woodfield Mall, so we wouldn't run into theneighbors." She opened her eyes, and there was a guilty expression on her face asshe surveyed me once again. "You make a lovely woman. So many times Iwould look at you as you were growing up, and wonder what might havebeen...." I was hanging on every word as she. Down to earth, confrontational and abrasive, she might get things done, but not in a manner that's congenial to making friends. Does she care, I don't think so. Results are all that matter and in her book, the end justifies the means. So, if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.Up until yesterday, I'd managed to avoid any confrontation but it was clear from the moment she entered my dingy workshop, she was gunning for blood.As the head of maintenance, it's my job, together with my. Mary put me somewhat at ease and asked me to sit on the mattress which acted as her bed and which was so to say her only piece of ‘furniture’.I saw a nice religious set up with a huge cross with Jesus on it and also mother Mary’s and the Holy Family’s picture.Now Mary is not more than 4’2″ tall and physically she is a big zero with nothing to speak of by way of statistics either, however everyone knew that she was a devout, charitable and chaste lady. If anything was “good” about her it was her.