Within a year of the Bard's appearance, stirring up old hatred ceased to be tolerated. Over a hundred self-proclaimed "Messengers of Allah" had been s...oned to death in village squares, before the rest seemed to realize the people had a "message" of their own to impart to them.There were no more hungry masses. No more people living under tyranny. As such, there was no way to blame others for troubles that no longer existed. The oil-based economies were industrial and agricultural, now.A shift. Ab uske bare me kya kahu she is just gorgeous……log uski tareef krte ni thakte kayi ldko ne use propose b kiya but wo fansi mujse hi……ab seedhe story pe aata hu…hm dono yahi k ek english skul Shivalik Academy me pdte the wo pdne me mujse bhut achhi thi aur class topper b thi maine jb use pehli bar dekha tbi pagal ho gya tha her figure was 28-30-28 ab ap khud hi smjh jao wo kaisi hogi…..ye kahani aj se 7-8 mahine pehl ki hai…….jaisa ki maine btaya pehli nazar me hi mai use pyar krne lga tha to. My tree is exposed, so naturally I should be as well. I toss my dress into the river. Material is constricting and manmade and I am a thing of nature, ready to be seen with all my imperfections on display. My now mildly muddy feet take small steps onto the roots leaning over the river. My hands feel her smooth white bark. Such a beautiful tree, the Marilyn Monroe of nature.I turn my back to the water, its dangers far from my mind as I let the smooth bark touch my back and ass. I know if I lose. I had gym last period of the day and today I was in an exceptionally bad mood, I had had a fight with my boyfriend at lunch and I was going to take it all out on poor Mr. O. Mr. O was definitely the youngest teacher in the building, probably no more than 28 at the time and yes he was HOT, we all talked about his great bod and some of us lucky ones had caught occasional glimpses of his cock and balls through his shorts. At the end of class Mr. O told me to meet him in his office, my friends.