Maybe, then again probably not.After work, we head off to Blockbuster. The ritual argument about what two people do not and do want to see ensues. We ...gree on each picking one movie, since it is Friday night and neither of us has shifts until Sunday night. Maybe, but probably not. We both pick a movie, we laugh at each other's choice. She picked a 'grunt, flex, grunt' movie and I picked 'Pretty Woman.'Julia Roberts slays.We proceed to have an argument about what type of take-out. What do you. To boli kyun main bola saree beech main ara to aunty bole mera saree utar doMain kaha jeeee ha beta uttar do main kaha ok to main sari uttar diya aur wo mere samne sirf blows aur petikot pe thi aur unka pair dabana star kiya aur thoda thoda uppar jaraha tha aur main unke gand ka near to muje bahut dar lag raha hatha aur aur main direct kamar par malish ko dabaratha tab aunty bole aur niche to mera haat sida unkeGand lag gaya to mera 8” lund khada horatha aur main aisa hi karta raha beech beech. Igazi had given orders like this before. And Mander had worked hard to become his indispensable right-hand man for the express purpose of not being sent on “missions” like the one he’d just been ordered to tell others to carry out. Prior to that, whenever Mander could, he’d scare the children into running off onto the savannah, then rejoin the men; lying about all the raping he’d been up to while they were busy looking for the children. More than once, he’d had to whisper to a woman “If ya. ”‘US?’ Who is us? I moved to the big tree and saw my mom and dad. They were tied to a tree—well I take that back, mom’s right wrist was cuffed to dad’s left wrist and her left wrist was cuffed to his right wrist facing out and a good size tree was in between them or rather, their butts were hugging the tree.“Kip come here please,” Mom begged.I didn’t want to let her see all my nakedness, but I noticed she was just as naked, and so was dad. I moved closer to them and saw her whole body. She was.