"My dad used to be a lieutenant in the Royal Artillery, maybe he can help me weed out the wheat from the chaff. Give me an idea what might be useful a...d what might not." Why get that stuff?" Melissa butted in impatiently. "They're just thicko grunts. What do they know about it?" Some of them have a higher IQ than you do," Jack told her shortly. She glared at him but said nothing. "These grunts, as you so kindly call them, are high CAP, they're not just unintelligent morons sent out as cannon. Suddenly someone shouted“Barat aaaa gayiiiii …”.Everyone rushed through the main gate made of banana leaves and wood. Even I went towards the gate then everyone was shouting .I saw some beautiful girls standing at the gate taking a pot on their head for the welcome of baraat. They was just standing at the gate and it was the custom that the baraat had to give them some money as gift and put it on their pot then only they would allow them to come inside.From there the view of barat was not clear. When she had given her about twenty strokes, I thought, she threw down the cane, and walked away, leaving the girl writhing on the mattress. ‘Now you can see it’s not faked,’ said Carla. The oddest thing was, that I noticed that not only was I feeling agitated, but when I returned to my desk and at down, my panties were soaking. Nothing further was said that afternoon, and we were too busy to talk about what I had seen. Next morning, before I set of to work, the postman came, and what he. I want him to kiss me properly. The hand leaves my bottom,reaching round between my stockinged thighs to press the palm againstthe front of my panties, feeling the awakening bulge within.Instinctively I push my hips forward, breathing harder, rubbing myselfagainst his firm, exciting fingers. He laughs quietly and seems pleasedat what he sees. Steve always said he couldn't believe how responsive Iwas to his touch. Glenn kisses me again and I melt with relief into thegenuine warmth of his.