At this stage I didn't try to disguise my equipment, Sarah promised a solution tonight! I quite quickly got used to the low heels and bare legs, the '...oobs' took a little longer but by lunch I felt comfortable enough relax some and had a bit of a jig to a few CDs.Sarah returned from work a little late but with a couple of bags of stuff from M&S and Boots. After a ding (microwave) curry she set about showing me what she had bought."Okay, I know you could wear my stuff but I think you need at. ‘She’s dead. I’ll call the police and arrange for a body bag. She said something on the phone about morphine when she called 911, have you seen any evidence of the drug in here?’ ‘Over there.’ One of the men pointed to the ampoule on the bedside table. The paramedic picked it up and looked at it. ‘If she used all of this she was definitely serious about killing herself. There was enough in here to kill a horse.’ Through the door walked a short, scruffily dressed man wearing a sports coat that. Something about it all drew me in. now I know I’m no player but I think I kept my cool pretty well I mean why hit on her I bet she gets that fifty times a day. So I got my wings, ate them, paid for my meal and went to the bar to drink up some courage. Wasn't long till I had the whole bar listening to tales from my better moments as a marine (including the time I tried to sneak off base forgot that we had a barb wire fence set up and had to spend the night outside surrounded by razor sharp. Mai dhire dhire apne pappu ko sehlaane lga. Fr usni apni bra nikaal di. Mere se rha nhi gyaa. Mai jor jor se stroke maarne kga. Fr usne 1 dusra top pehna, ar jeans khol diya. Mai bht uttejit ho utha. Mera to jaise tbhi nikal ne wala tha to maine thora pause diya. Fr usne apne panti kholi. Uska choot to thk se nhi dikha, pr uski gaand mere saamne thi. Mai pagal ho rha tha,ar mere se rha nhi gya.Maine fr se hilaana chaalu kiya, ar kuch hi der me mera nikal gya. Fr usne apni dress change kr k.