Bas… ab bahane mat banavo saaf saaf keh do na meri panty dekh rahe the, kyo tumhe pasand hai na meri panti aaj dopahar ko bhi sungt rahe the naa? Me...m. .Ee. .Woohh. A.Nnt. .Yy aisa… nahi… aur us din bhi jab me kapde badal rahi thi tab muje dekh rahe the na? Mene sab kuchh mirror me se dekha tha, mene soch ab to me pakda gaya. .Mene aunty ke pair pakad liye aur kaha please aunty mere gharvalo se aap kuch nahi kahna please. .P ll… es… eeplease…(me natak kar raha tha…!) aunty ne kaha nahi kahungi. The pictures were in demand andhe supplied them.He fully realized that he was a paparazzi on the newspaper's payrolland he made no bones about it. But Harker tried to be a differenttype of paparazzi. He was polite. He always asked the celebrities forpermission to take their pictures and he found that this methodworked well. He usually always got the shot that he was after. He wasa firm adherent of the adage that you could get more with honey thanwith vinegar.This Sunday afternoon Harker was. All four of them fell into the cottage. Before Steph could position herself from falling, Amanda rolled on top of her and smiled. “Time to have a foursome.” She winked at Steph and before she could protest Amanda was kissing her. God even though she wasn’t a lesbian she had to admit that Amanda could kiss. Amanda already had her top off, her skirt was off and her bra was gone. Amanda looked at the boys, “Do you guys mind holding back? I know you won’t mind the show.” Jack and Chris just. Maybe tomorrow. I still have some things to do, and I wanted you to try to teach the local herbalists what you can.”The upshot of that was that I sent her off with Jim to the widow Ellis, the local herbalist, to see if there was anything she could teach. Jim and Henry had spent the month practicing their swordwork with the Guard, and they were probably a lot better than me now. I’d practiced some while we were gone, but not that much.That gave me a list of things to get started before I left..