”“What of your household servants? Your mother?”“They were not at the estate at the time,” Jean replied.“So, there are no witnesses?” th... Count asked rhetorically. “Have you anything more to offer as proof?”“Only my honor,” Sir Jean answered.“Yes, well, that won’t prove anything. Very well,” the Count said, turning to Jacques le Gris, “What say you, Le Gris? Did you force yourself upon Jean’s wife, Lady Marguerite on the 18th of January or any other time?”“Of course not!” he replied angrily. “I. Us din uske parents ghar pr nahi the or hmare papers chal rhe the to m uske ghar gya study krne k lie … Jb maine bell bjai to usne door khola vo bohot cute si lg rhi thi usne mini jaens or top pehna tha vo ghar pr ye sb pehnti h…to m andar aaya or use hug kia or hmne coffee pi or thnd hone ki vajah se uske bedroom me bed pr blanket m beth kr study kr rhe the ..thodi der baad hm dono ek doosre ko chedne lge kbhi vo mere upar apni leg rkhti to kbhi m.Hum dono ek saath bed pr back lgakr bethe yhe. When I finished with his mouth I dressed as slowly as I undressed for him leaving my briefs exposed until we were ready to leave. “That is what you get for being late!” and I smiled at him. We sat together and talked for what was left of our allotted time our hands never left each others legs. We talked about our life goals, where I wanted to go for college but he seemed sad when I said I wanted to go away for school. Keith wanted me to stay and go to school there because he had a job lined up. He clutched at his head, trying to ignore the babblingwhispers in his skull. Hair slid slowly through his fingers as hisshort, curly hair grew down to touch the middle of his neck. Light brownfur lifted from his neck beneath the hair. Bones creaked beneath theskin of his feet."I said get UP!" the soldier yelled again, slamming his boot againstTheseus.The young man cried out with a shrill, high voice. His entire bodyached. Bones and ligaments stretched to near breaking points as hisentire.