Jonso conferred with a couple of elders. One of them, Arno, presided over the meeting. He called us to order. The first issue was Honso being taken by...the British. That was, I found, an act of war. I then told of what had happened on my trip and to my home some time today. Jonso then told his story.There was little discussion. Once again, we were at war with the British. Arno, Jonso, and I would go to their house and advise them that they had a number of issues. Jonso’s village being one, my. I pulled her to her feet, feeling how little she weighed and how thin her arm was, and led her to the nearest tavern, plunked her down on the inside of a bench and sat, blocking her escape.I got us some stew and some ale, and she ate as if she had not eaten for a week. I studied her as she did. Her hair was crudely chopped off, tangled and filthy, her skin grimy, her cheekbone bruised, her lips split and puffy, her clothes little more than rags. Her wrists were thin and her jaw line sharp."I. Ek baar mere ghar ke sabhi log relative ke yahan shadi attend karne chale gaye. Ghar me sirf mai aur ek buzurg naukar the. Mera 11th ka half yearly exam start hona tha esliye mai nahi ja paya. Wo dono roz ki tarah Maa ke jane ke baad bhi khana lene sham ko aa gayi..lekin ghar me kuch tha he nahi. To dono chali gayi. Thodi der baad Kiran fir aayi aur boli, mujhe bhook lagi hai, mere ghar me kal raat se kuch nahi bana, kyuki uska baap daru pita tha, aur usne job hi kamaya tha usko daru me uda. That was good enough for me to know that she was fast asleep. I stood their for a minute or two admiring young 23yr old body of my new wife and giving hot rod in my short a good rub.I then stepped out again to find out what else or how else I could enjoy. My 18yr skirt wearing sil had changed here position. Her skirt was still up in the air but she was sleeping on her back. I quickly discovered that her skirt and short both had zip. I unfastened both zips to check her reaction. The skirt had.