Jab wo 12th mein tha tb. Isse pehle ki kahaan part I aur part ii mein hai …Jo directly padh rahe hai , wo part part I and ii padh lena.. Continued f...om part ii ab aage ki kahaani uski age tb 19 ya 20 hogi. Wo ek patla sa. Yeh kahaani puri usi ki baare mein hai, hubaahu usi k sabdo mein … Maine aajtk itna bura nazaar nahi dekha tha , meri teacher mere saamne khari huyi,-‘ab tak tune jo bhi kiya hai, uska harjaana bhuktega..Jaisa bolungi ,waisa karega toh aaj chordungi, warna aur pachtayega,. , “ [1848]“Did you read Paul Memmott’s book about housing?”“No. I did see the architecture photos when they were on exhibit.”“Could your grandfather or your mother get us a copy?”“I’ll phone later. I’d be interested in Henk’s thoughts.”“Yes, me too. You know, there was a time when my people walked with bare feet upon the ground. We slept on the ground. We were at one with our surroundings. It tied us to the earth. We could feel her and gather strength from her. That has been lost. Everybody. " On the other hand, there it was -- it was looking just like that to him, but what it meant was still not terribly clear. One of these days, he thought, they were going to have to sit down and talk it out, but that obviously carried with it unknown dimensions he wasn't sure he wanted to investigate just yet.Maybe, he thought as he let a swallow of cold beer slide down his throat, I can bring it up a little this weekend, not let it get too deep, let it seem natural. They'd had a series of busy. . and the other one will be for me.”“Fuck,” he curses. “Your mouth. Give me your mouth again.” She obeys. “You've got a free hand. Use it on yourself.” She obeys again. I can see her thighs spreading and her arm lowering to her side, forearm and hand disappearing from my view as they reach down to her center. My own fingers itch and my middle pulses. I don't move, though. I can't, not without attracting his attention, I'm certain of it.Again there's a loud popping sounds as she pulls her mouth.