Amy had been standing back against the wall by the door to the outside, watching wideeyed as the two men argued. As Tony moved she stepped forward, dr...wing her dagger from the sheath at her belt. Before anyone could react, she threw it with a quick overhand motion. The knobbed hilt caught Tony behind the ear, and he dropped like a stone. She stepped forward in the same swift movement, picking up her knife and darting through the doorway into the inner room. In another instant she was back,. It wasa chance to get out of the cottage, too; I had certainly never been anindoor person, and I still had a preference for action, just as I had as aman. It was a different kind of action when I took these visits, but itwas better than being constantly cooped up.Jakob slowly warmed up to me. I told him stories of lands and battles, inedited form, of course. I was very aware of how strange my warrior's talessounded, coming out in such a lady's voice. I actually tried to make themost of the. Thodi jhuki jisse unhe mere cleavage ka acha nazaaa mile.Aur apni honto ko kaat boli: Waise agar aap nahlane aaye to aur zyada late ho jayega na sir.Pranav: Ha ha ha! Tum bhi bilkul maoka parast ho aur chalu bhi.Main: Beshak sir,woh to main hoon hi.Pranav sir meri taraf ek file badate hue bole: Bas yahi chalaaki is project mein bhi dikhao.Unke hath se main file li aur kholkar padne lagi. Ek photo lagi hui thi ek dead body ki jiske sar par goli mari hui thi.Main sirf us photo ko dekhi aur file. Combined with the heat radiating from my slapped bottom, I was an internal wreck. Thoughts were forming and evaporating faster than I could latch onto them. Time seemed disjointed. Colours washed away to black and white, and then back again. Flashes of Adam as the captor from my dreams, treating me like a whore, yanking my hair as he fucked my face while my eyes bulged, pleading for more. Being watched. Being heard. Being used. The only constant through the mindstorm was the repetitive driving.