I took a quick shower, and wore a nice black boxer, and a yellow tank on the top which looked more attractive than any other color on me.After an hour... the doorbell rang. I knew it would be him only. I opened the door quickly and was surprised by his looks.Let me describe him in short. He was a fair-skin guy with a normal physique, wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans and this black color looked more attractive on his fair skin than one could imagine. There was no hair on his hand and not. To chalo ab kahani par chalte hai baat aaj se 1 sal pehle ki jab ham sab log darshan kar ke vapas aa rahethe ham sab log ek truck me the nicche gadde bichaye hue the rat ho chuki thi barsat ka mosam hone ki vajah se truck pura dhak diya tha me sab se picche leta tha mere sam ne meri mosi leti thitruck me andhera tha meri mosi bahut moti hai aur hot bhi vo vidhva hai unke pati ka dehant 10 saal pehle ho chukatha sab log sochukethe mene sone ke liye jese per aage kiye to mera per mosi janth per. My hand ventured down to where the pain was coming from. My bottom felt like corrugated cardboard, The bed was covered in dried blood. I was in a mess but still alive.I had no idea of time, all I knew was I was hurting. I hardly moved from the bed, hoping I could drift into some sort of sleep. I was still naked but the temperature in the room was high. It was a long day.I was awakened from one of my infrequent bouts of sleep by the door being noisily unlocked and flung open. The three ogres and. Her daughter relaxed in the embrace. She might be self-centered but she wasn’t stupid.“So, why do you want to meet her?”“Mrs. Cyning has her fingers on the pulse of America. Not the pulse in the wrist but the pulse in the neck.”“What’s the difference?”“If I squeeze your wrist hard enough and long enough to cut off the flow of blood, it will hurt and perhaps your hand would go numb. If I squeeze your neck hard enough to cut off the flow of blood, you will pass out. Or die.” Angela led her.