Mai kafi der se shefali ki gand chod raha tha uske uper se shruti ka lund chusna. 10 min me hi mera lund shruti k muh me hi jhad gaya. Wo usko peene l...gi tabhi shefali ne apni jeebh uske muh me daal di. Dono mere lund ka pani ek dusre se cheen kar peene lagi. Fir maine shruti ko litakar uski chut ko chatna shuru kar diya. Wo masti me pagal ho gayi. Shefali ne mera lund chusna shuru kar diya. Shruti ki chut ne pani chorna shuru kar diya tha, mai uska pani peene laga. Maine uthna chaha to usne. That elevator ride was the shortest of my life.All too soon the door dinged again, and I stepped out into the familiar space. People looking pale and splotchy worked monotonously in the bullpen. Phones rang, faxes were made, and everything was the same.Or so I told myself.Jim, who must have been eyeing the elevator waiting for me, quickly appeared in front of me."Jonathan," he cried, "Good god, it took you over an hour to get here."I started to inform him about the bad traffic ... but he waved. Now I need my damage control officer, is she able to report to work, or do you need to go see my mother and talk with her?"A small sad smile came to Amy's face and she looked up at her captain, and said, "No, Sir. I am able to work. Damage to decks nine through thirteen has been repaired. The remaining decks will be repaired by tomorrow night. All shield generators are back online, hull breaches are closed and are undergoing permanent repair. The repairs to the portside lasers are at thirty. ‘What?’ she yells from the family room. ‘Can you come here?’ Blue-grey wall. White ceiling. White arm. Navy comforter. I hear footsteps coming through the kitchen and a not so cordial, ‘What?’ I don’t want to freak her out so I decide to be discrete. ‘I need help finding my phone.’ I hear her laugh. She must think I’m pathetically hung over. I hear her enter my room and her phone rings. ‘What up, girl?’ Jesus, I’m in hell. Can’t she tell that I need help? I imagine myself foolishly splayed.