I'm not a professional newspaper person. I never went to college; I've never even had a class in journalism." Neither have I," he smiled. "But you can...handle it. This," he said, pointing at the newspaper lying on his lap, "Proves it. Emily, you have the basics, you're a solid writer, you're a good businesswoman; you know how small towns work; you know how local government works; and you especially know how Bradford works. I don't think there's anyone available who's better qualified."{c}• •. He withdrew it and pushed it in again - he did this a few more times and then inserted two fingers into her - she tensed which made it even harder to gain entry. He forced the fingers inside her and then tried three fingers. Again, she tensed and clenched around his fingers making it hard to push them in - but push them in he did - all the way inside. He talked to her gently, coaxing her. With his spare hand he began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a very nice cleavage above a trim, black. I and GUDDI both came together to the party. For 1 hour we all were chatting and having snacks. All for of them were having an eye on GUDDI’s boobs as she was wearing a little revealing tight top and jeans. Slowly the talks got hot between us 5 guys. In the start GUDDI was acting as if she is feeling little shy but later on she also got opened with all of us. Slowly I say Ajay slowly touching her boobs. GUDDI saw me once and I signaled her just to let him do. In some time I stood up and said I. However, he was too fond of women and alcohol, not necessarily in that order. It nearly destroyed his career more than once. My mother was a police officer, working for the Boston police department. She hated her job and the people she worked with. At some point, she developed a deep hatred for men because she thought they had it easier in this society. And she took it out mostly on me. I don’t know where she gets her information but men don’t have it easy in this society or any other. Men die.