To yeh us waqt ka ka baat hain jab main apna(+2)exam pass karke college may dakhil ho chukka tha.hum ekk kirai ke ghar may rahetay they jo mera mousa ...a tha. Humara khud ka makan tabtak taiyar naheen hua tha. Humlog(main,papa,maa) 2nd floor may rahete thay or mousa 4th floor main.mousa ke saath hamara kareeb ka rista tha.mere mousa ki beti rupa mujhse 2 saal ki choti thi or uske saath mera talmil accha tha.woh mera bahen bhi thi or dost bhi thi.main usey mera dil ka harekk baat batata tha or. He put all the strength he had built in twenty years of lifting weights into driving his elbow into Becky Finklestein’s muscle-packed chest.It wasn’t enough.Sean’s elbow landed with a dull thud against Becky’s left pectoral muscle, and if she noticed she didn’t let on. She just kept admiring her bulging bicep as it peaked higher and higher with each flex. Sean grunted and swung his elbow back again. And again. After the third strike, Becky looked down with annoyance. “Don’t you get it?” She. Ruchi opened the door and was very happy to see me. As she said, she was too skinny and was wearing a pink t-shirt with blue denim shorts. Her frame should be around 32A – 26 – 34 (wheatish complexion).She had a very slim and narrow waist. I went inside and gave her a Dairy Milk Silk as I use to get it to all my clients. She was very happy to receive it and hugged me tight and kissed me on my cheeks. From inside, came another girl (Maya), who was dressed in her gray camisole and black shorts. Luther, honey, why don’t you tell Jill and Dave about your many years of wasting your life before you were lucky enough to meet littl’ ol’ me …” her sparky last words for some reason reminding me of our friend Charlotte.She had the same sparky confidence and attitude of never taking a step backward, whoever it was in front of her and whatever the situation. Those two would make a formidable pair, my instincts telling me that given time Dee and Jill could easily become good friends just as Jill.