.to ek din usne mujh se boli ki tum itne smart ho tum se to koi bhi ladki pat jayegi par tum kisi ko propose kyo nahi karte ho? Maine kya bolta maine ...o kabhi is bare maine socha hi nahi tha par wo force karne lagi ki tumko koi to pasand hogi class main , main kuch nahi bola or isi bat main hamari sart lag gayi ki main kisi ko bhi pata sakta hu ye Sarita bolti thi or main ye bolta ki mujhe se koi pategi nahi main to us samay bohat laloo kism ka tha ……….maine use asi mu-chodi main force kiya ki. The clerk at the reception desk informed me that they had live entertainment, and that ‘Minstrel Mike’ was their current entertainer on a nightly basis. Mike performed from six till eleven every evening. Mike, as I would soon see, took a fifteen-minute break at a quarter to the hour, after completing his forty-five-minute session. Mike alternated between the keyboards and a guitar and had backing tracks to enhance his performance. Again, I was pleasantly surprised by his skill and proficiency. I have installed a cutout switch so that I can open the sliding door on the side and the large door on the end without the interior lights coming on. This way I can get any available breezes and stay cool. If it gets too chilly I have covers that I pull up to keep warm. I have also installed screens that have been custom made to fit over the doors to give me privacy while they are open. It's easy to push them to one side but they normally make enough noise that I can hear anyone who is fumbling. I can't move... it's like I'm completely paralyzed. I feel wetness slide down my cheeks and land on the corner of my mouth, followed by a cold sensation landing on my forehead. "Gracie, it's time for you to wake up," I hear Chandler whisper, his breath warm against my ear. I swallow the large lump forming in my throat as my heart rate increases with fear. "I know you can hear me, darling. The faster you wake up the faster you get to go back to the bus with your brother and the band." Chandler.