The cold concrete helps me to feel every bump and bruise on my aching body. I know if I can survive until first light I should be able to make it out ...f town alive. I also know if they manage to catch me under this bridge, I'm fucked. My shoulder stings from a near miss earlier this evening. I say near miss, because I am sure the asshole was aiming for my head.I haven't really slept in the past 48 hours, and I don't plan on closing my eyes until my ass is firmly planted on a Greyhound bus bound. This is the first time i am publishing my story and writing this long Paragraph..Apology is requested if there any mistakes. I hope to have feed back for my id Coming to the story this is Raghu from Hyderabad. I am so good at giving Massages which takes for 45 minutes to an hour. I met a woman on chat and became regular chat friend. coming to the Lady.. she is in her mid thirties of a kid with a fir complex ed body and a great figure of 35D-29-32 so HOT. I dont want to reveal her name so i am. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her brother picked her up in his arms as easily as if she were a bag of flour or sugar or ... something else that's light, and carried her into his bedroom. He threw her on the double bed and landed beside her only a split second later.Common Sense and Consideration merely sighed and gave up as Lust strutted past them."See you later, losers! I'm gonna go get me some!" Cackled Lust as the brothers were helpless to stop him so just huffed and stuck. We didn't want to wait. We would be married probably within the month.Two days before the wedding I got a call from Sara."Daddy," she was already calling me daddy. 'Goldie died. Can you come over for the funeral?" Yes, honey, I'll be right over." I knew this was nothing, but to a four year old it meant a lot.I arrived at the apartment and Angel came to the door. "Brad, we have a slight problem. I was going to flush Goldie down the toilet and Sara said she wants to have a funeral and Goldie.