The wave arrived.Thick tentacles sprouted out of each of her ears, looking comically like earphones. She might have laughed if her mouth were not stuf...ed, choked, gagged with thickening meat.Above her ears were hundreds of thin, red, twitching feelers, much smaller versions of the tentacles that cradled her, tangled inextricably into her hair. They disappeared under her hair, but patches of baldness showed on her head, and she examined the hairless flesh closely to find the things burrowing. Uncle ke jane se ek din pahale hum tino ne mil kar sarab piye the. Mai uncle ke sankoch ke karan us din sirf 2 peg hi rum ka piya tha jab ki uncle aur nimmi aunty ji ne karib 3-3 peg le chuke the. Dusare din uncle wapas apane duty par chale gaye. Unki posting kashmir ki ghation me lagi thi. Ab ghar par mai aur nimmi aunty hi rah gaye the. Hum roz khana khane ke bad karib 11:30 baje raat tak idhar udhar ki baaten karte the. Hum dono kafi frankly ho chuke the. Nimmy aunty padi likhi khule. This morning you're driving your car along the pretty hedgerow lined roads of the British country side, and after many long, frustrating hours have managed to find your way through the labyrinth of twisting, turning lanes and back-roads, and your car is just approaching the outskirts of Spurting Spent.Be careful in there....You park your car beneath a row of trees opposite a cute little corner shop and look around. The sun is beating down, and the village looks quiet and picturesque, a postcard. "Yes private," Davis acknowledged him."While operating the sled it hit me." He pointed at the marines working around the sled. "Let them be the bulkhead and we are the swarm ship." His palm made a sweeping gesture between them. "Could we let them make it half way to the hatch, change the corridor to zero gravity and a use a repulsor to slam them back into their ship?"Davis watched Lucas nod and smile. "Maybe we can even shake some things up." Lucas slapped the private's upper arm proudly..