Kya kabhi usne apni behen ko mari hai ball us gandu ne.Us time Sanju ke muh se galiya ko mano barsat ho rhi thi.Sanju – Aaj toh main uski maa kya be...en bhi chod dunga. Us behen ke lode ki himmat kesi hui tujhe kuch kehne ki. Sale padosi ka acha, bosdi ka tate chus kar bada hua hai. Behen chod na mard, gand me sale ki dam hi nhi hai.Us behen chod ne agar mujhe baal mari hoti toh, main wo hi baal uski gand me dal deta. Fir behen chod samjh ataa ek mard se kese panga lete hai.Main – Sanju please. "I will. I wasn't lying. They will not touch you, give you my word, Sammy." He said in such a convincing tone that made me relax my body even more and I just kept starring at him."So, how old are you?" He asked, looking intensely at me, then to the road."I'm sixteen... Did it last month... Why do you keep looking at me this way?" Cause you are hot. And these blue eyes, whoa..." He said with eyes fixed on the road."And you were already thinking about it when you took me out of the cross- fire?". May I introduce myself? My names Henry and I’m staying at the Moretti as well.” “Don’t worry its fine,” I replied. “I recognise you from our flight and the hotel. My names Candace but I prefer Candy. Your daughter's at the sailing school as well?” “It’s grand-daughter actually,” he corrected me. “And your son?” “Yes Jack.” “Are you going back to the hotel?” “Yes I am.” “Do you mind if I walk with you?” “Not at all, it will be nice to have some company.” As we chatted I found out that he. Shouldn't you be wearing your turban? Without the tag this time?"Wilbur was unflustered. He reached into the wide pocket of his parka and pulled out a chequered dishcloth that he proceeded to wind around his head till he looked like a low-budget copy of Yasser Arafat, now deceased."Salaam, Ben Nemsi efendi. This towel will be warmer than the turban and is much easier to wind up. It is also multi-purpose since it kept my drink safe. See?"Damn it, this notorious delinquent must have read Karl May.