.jaise wo waiting list main ho!…. Phir ek ne meri chut me ungli daalDee…. Meri chut bilkul shaved thi…use dekhkar tho wo teeno aur pagal ho gaye...��3rd bola…..kya mast chut hai iski….bilkul saaf hai….phir mujhse bola “ roz saafKarti ho kya jaaneman” mein kuch nahi boli…..Phir teeno khade ho gaye aur apneKapde utarne lage……..aur teeno nange ho gaye.. Teeno ke lund khade the…..sabFull tight the……1st – 4th se are yaar tum bhi tho kapde utar lo……..isse dikha do tumharaHathiyaar…. To 4th bhi nanga hone. Happy, Islipped off the white towel and slipped on a full length spaghettistrapped cream silk night dress, deeply slashed from hem to mid thigh,then the matching silk robe that I secured with a bow at my side. Igrabbed a glass of chilled Chardonnay from the kitchen then headed intothe lounge and opened the large French windows that allowed me to stepout onto the patio. In the west the last sunset of August lit an orangeglow of the horizon as the valley below was cast into deep shadow. Aweek. Once the child woke up and she regained some of her strength, she would ask to see their leader; ask to talk to him and try to stir him into action. That was the first and simplest thing that she could do, she thought. Make them fight as they should. Terror filled her when her mind recoiled at the possibility they just might give up; simple-minded fear taking over them, begging for their lives to no avail. She hoped that would not come to pass, for then that would mean that her son's life was. It was a couple of days later when Maria said “ can we go for a drink tonight, I need to talk to you, I obliged and we went to the local bar, got drinks then sat in a booth facing each other, I was intrigued “there is something I need to tell you” she said, “it concerns my father” she looked very serious, “ have not spoken about this to anyone with the full story, my mother knows most of it but there are some other details and I want to tell you about it because you have committed your life to.