Ache se khda krne k bad bhabhi boli ab daalo andr,, ab nhi ruka jaa rha. Menr kha aaj kch alag krenge. Wo boli jldi kro jo krna hai. Maine kha aap gho...i bn jao,, wo bn gyi ,, mene unke gaand k ched pr thook lgya ,, lode pr condom chadaya or kr dia set. Hlka sa jhtka dete hi bhabhi chik pdi or boli k ye nhi ,, chut me daalo. Mene kha nhi aapne pichli bar promise kra tha. Wo boli dard ho rha h bhaut. Mene unhe samjhaya k bas thoda sa dard hoga fir mja aaega . Or fir mene jhtka mara . Bhabhi fir. The things that happened here are... well, they're gone. They're part of the past!" Are they, Michael?" she smiled gently, the blueness of her eyes alive with a light of certainty. "Are you sure it's gone? Just like that; just because you say it's gone?" Yes, I'm sure," he nodded, lowering his eyes from hers to escape her probing gaze and feeling more and more uneasy by the moment.The softness of her fingertips were on his cheek, lightly caressing. His eyes rose to her again and that confident. He screamed at them and they didn't stop. At some point, she raised her head and looked through him as though he wasn't even there.Finally it was Friday. He carried a glass dark with whiskey and two packs of cigarettes to the computer desk. He took a deep breath and went to reading.He was surprised at the amount of correspondence Deborah had carried on. She was always the organized one of the tow of them he had to admit. She had friends all over the US, heck, the world. Not all were women, he. The older one grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs out, so I was laying flat on my back.Did they speak any English?Yes the younger one, his English was quite good, and I think he could understand me. The older black one only spoke Arabic.Tell me what happened next.He took his hand away from covering my mouth, and pulled my arms up behind my head. I yelled at them to let me go. I told them my dad worked at the British Embassy he’s a very important man and they would get into big trouble if they.