There were stories and legends about the Widelands that were passed down from generation to generation, in many places and in many folk.Most of them, ...e had determined, were the superstitious tales of simpletons and madmen: mere fantasies for common people to spent the grinding, toiling days, thankful for their safe, ordinary, almost pitiful lives. Some were invariably twisted second and third-hand tales of those who had ventured somewhat into the accursed place and came back, surely not. In either case, we say the girl has reached puberty. Does Jason have any of external male indications of puberty, Cathy?”“He has a hard on.”The class laughed at the obvious remark.“Yes, he does. Is this from arousal, Jason, or is it a case of delayed morning wood or just spontaneous erection?”Poor Jay. If the lights were turned off he’d be glowing.“Uh, well, it’s definitely not morning wood. I couldn’t hold it up this long if that were the case.”Everyone laughed again which was good because it. As she struggled, she began to feel weak, then lightheaded. Then everything went black.Angelina opened her eyes to complete darkness. She tries to move but her hands are bound above her head. She tugs at her arms, trying to break free. She felt a cloth gagging her mouth. She moved her feet around the floor. It was cool and damp. It felt really disgusting. Suddenly the lights came on. Candles were around the room and a chandelier like object was hanging. There were demons surrounding the room,. Fir ek dum se uska station aa gaya and vo utar gai. Maine rokna bhi chaha par vo jaldi se uth ke chali gayi and mai uska no. Bhi nahi le paya. Maine socha kitni kharab kismat hai meri fir metro chal padi and pure din mai us ke hi baare me sochta raha.Agle din mai subah usi time vaha (race course) uske station pohoch gaya. Bohot dhunda par vo ni mili. Mai udaas ho gaya. Jaise hi kai palta vo mere samne khadi thi. Bohot beautiful lag rahi thi. Khule baal, sitaro ki chamchamahat ko bhi piche chod.