When Duncan walked into my office I knew in an instant I wanted his touch. I needed his lips, and I craved his control over me. Neither of us were lo...king for hand holding, fluttered lashes, or a soft kiss. We both needed more from one another. Duncan had told me he was a giver of passion. My thoughts were simple and greedy, “Give me passion.” He sat in a chair near mine, and slid even closer. He reached a hand out wrapping it around my throat. There was an instant flood of need. Duncan. " And your mission?"There was a silence as we stared at each other. I could see her mind working as she considered what she was going to say."The dog keeps reminding me," I smiled.She laughed. "Oh, the dream insertion," She sat forward until she was kneeling in front of me again with her glorious mane of hair spread around her like a fan, "That was a seeker to see what you were dreaming about so I could slip into that world you were in and interact with you if I chose to. It adapts so in your. Shamko school se ate hue wo gift uncal ko lota diya.To wo bole kal moring may firse se ana.Dusre din may 9 baje ke karib may unke ghar par pohochi.Uncal ne muzhe room my leke hug kiya.Iss bar mene bhiIss bar unko roka nahi.May khud hi unki baho may madhosh ho gayi.Unhone muzhe pucha bra chaddi pahno gi.Mene ha kaha.Unhone bed room se firse kal wale undergarmnet lake diye.May wo pahne ke liye bed room ki taraf chali ja rahi thi par unhone muzhe roka aur bole mere samne hi change karo.Mene mana. I paid the tow truck driver fifty bucks I couldn’t afford to part with. I figured I could give the insurance folks the receipt and be reimbursed for it. I caught a taxi home then called the one eight hundred number to the insurance company. I got the standard message, ‘Due to high call volume there may be a delay in answering your call’. I sat there on hold for about a half hour. Finally I got an automated prompt to leave a message. I left a message and haven’t heard back from them since. That.