‘Hey, I’m going to check out for lunch in a minute. Care to join me?’ He could see the conflict roll across her face. Trust. Fear. Trust. Fear. ...��Yeah, I guess,’ she said. He thought he could see her salivating. He picked up the microphone hanging from the side of the squad car’s radio. ‘2141, 25 code baker kilo 114’ In that jargon, he checked out for lunch at the Burger King in his district: southwest. He rolled up the window, got out of the car and locked the door. ‘O.K., let’s go!’ he said. I told her about places here and what we should do, gave her a bit of background on some of the people she would be meeting tonight. I knew she didn't need it, but Pepper always liked to be armed (that and I figured if she felt left out she would just bail and I would have to go find her again instead of pickling myself with good Australian beer.) I also asked her if you could pickle something with beer. The answer was, of course, no. I wondered why she would have ever looked that up. Pepper. The way how he looks with his eyes and plays with his tongue and lips, tells you from the first sight that he is diffrent and special. Every human being is special, and not to be judged by some intolerant people In my fear i let the cardboard box fall on the stairs, which felt over the stairs and opened up. At my everyday luck it was the box of my underwear, and my whole thongs and bras where laying on the floor. I could not react so fast because his face had bond my eyes. Sure it wasent. Her tantalising eyes and her long hair were too intoxicating to me every nite i used to masturbate thinking of her she used to wear both shalwar kameez and saree and always looked ravishing to the core in both of them it so happened that one day vishal got the news that he has been posted to london on a company project for around 3 months and he told me of it and said that he was thinking about his wife priya…i asked whatz the problem. He said that priya might face difficulty in living alone. I.