Mere man me sirf ek baat chal raha tha ke mai bathroom jakar uske gaand jo upar niche ho raha tha aur mamme chuchi ka anuvav karke handle (mutth) marl....Lekin mera dimag kuch aur bol raha tha . Mai ye sochne laga aur uski or dekhe ja raha tha tabhi maine dekha ke uski halki si tirchi nazar mere paint lund ki or dekhi aur jaldi se hatali.Mai kuch samjha nhi ke usne thik se meri or q nhi dekhi. Aur ye soch kar maine usse baad karneki kosis karne laga… Maine socha ke wo aurat abhi mujhse naraz hai. " He continued discouragingly."Then you need me, I will provide meat for everyone as we travel." Said John with confidence."So you know the route we take?" The Caravan master challenged suspiciously."It matters not, the fates have given me a charmed bow that never misses, and which points out the nearest game." John bragged. He knew it was risky putting the credit on his bow, but he could always say the spell was broken if anyone stole the bow and couldn't get it to work for them, and it was. The day after the funeral he quit school and retired, planning never to work again. At first it was fun, staying up late and sleeping in as long as he wanted. Then the routine became boring, and Robert found something lacking in his life - excitement. Going on trips had helped. In one year alone Robert had logged over 30,000 miles in the air traveling around Europe and the Asia. Then even that became monotonous. So Robert started looking for other ways to entertain himself, and his search lead. He then filled each glass with a nice serving and quietly withdrew from the table saying that our dinner will be served shortly."I would like to make a toast.", Daddy said as he raised his glass. "Here's to Breaunna's graduation and wishes that she achieves all of her dreams.", Daddy toasted happily."Here!, Here!", came replies from both Grandpa and Uncle Jim.We sat drinking the champagne and talked quietly back and forth when our dinner was brought to the table. "This place sure serves a mean.