Rakhi chudne ke lie poori tarah tayaar thi meine rakhi se kha ki aaj se tu meri raand hain or poore 7 din tujhe meri baat maan ni hogi or rakhi ne haa... bola rakhi mjhse chudne ke liye mari jaa rhi thiRakhi ne bola ki a o mat tadpao or chod do mjhe apni raand bna lo mjhe aaj phaad do meri chut ko.Meine rakhi ki chooche dabane shuru kre uske chooche bhaut hi bde the or mein bhaut zor zor se unhe dba rha tha mjhe bhaut mza aa rha tha or use bhi voh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. What sort of world did I want to create? That was still left to me. A world remade in my image... That was what I had to do. But what was that world? Was it a world without Linda? I loved her so much. What did I care more about, her or all those billions of people?I should care about the majority, but I didn't know more than a few hundred at most. Such a pathetic amount compared to the vast sea of humanity. Those in my life were the ones with whom I had formed my connection. They were the ones. I'd completed the paperwork and was wheeled out to Anna's little Toyota. We drove a block away to the University Health Center. Most of the facility was the rehab center. A gym, massage rooms, weights, various contraptions I knew they'd torture me with eventually. They had half a dozen rooms on the second floor for people who came in from out of town and needed to stay for a few days. I had to find my own meals since they didn't have a cafeteria. I'd requested a room for a week while I figured. He had the tell-tale signs of a thug for hire. The loud patterned shirt, the flash chrono, a bulge at his waistline and mirrored shades. He wasn't scanning the crowd, he was watching her.Kat sat back and pulled a makeup compact from her bag. Using the little mirror, she watched as the man gestured to a vehicle parked across from the taxi stand. The car slewed across the street, eliciting honks from other drivers and the squeal of brakes from a taxi. The thug-type flung himself into the.