“Kyon baaji… hashim bhai ka itna nahi hai?” (Hashim is my bF).“Chup…. Us sale ka naam mat le… uska tera itna mota nahin hai na hi itna lam...a… uff kya lund payaa hai mera bhai.. sidha bachedani lag rahi hai.. us hashim naamard tho dhang se chod bhi na pata… dekh thu 40 mts se chod raha hai.. abhi tak thu jhada nahi hai.. jabki mein ek bar jhad chuki hun… hashi tho ab tak kab ki jhad chukka hota aur phir uska khada bhi nahin hota tha…aise kaise rokth hai re apne aap ko?”“Mujhe nahi maloom aapaa. If nothing else the sights he had seen in his army career convinced him that anyone could do terrible things when in the grip of terror. Battle rage was nothing new, indeed it was the reason for many decorations for heroism. It may seem to some a completely different case but the emotions that caused that rage could induce another person to act completely out of character. The evidence did seem indicate that she was now subjecting herself to these bastards, yet at the same time part of his mind. Pleased to meet ya, ma’am.”She took the other foreleg. Minutes later, Jacob came out with pots to put the meat in. He started on the ribs. Come noon, he wasn’t done. Ted Martin brought him out some corn bread and a good slice of fried meat. If he left the deer, some forest critter would get it.He carried the two hind legs to the cabin. The woman, Mrs. Martin, apparently, gave him some soap and a large piece of sacking. She directed him to a stream not a mile’s walk away.He dragged the last of. We're going to need to do acaesarean." Will he be OK? Will Eddie be OK?" I started to cry."He will be fine. This happens all the time," he said. "He will befine." He looked at the nurse, then Fi. "Get Ms. Cooper's wife a setof scrubs. I assume you're coming." She nodded. She looked pale."OK, take Ms. Cooper in. Ms., uh...." Walters. Fiona Walters." You'll wait in the hall, while we prep her and then you can come in." Fi, don't leave me," I cried. "Please."She came over and gave me a.