“Let’s check that temperature again,” Stacy said.“No, it’s OK, really – so long as it is around ninety-eight point six, and I feel, fine,�...� I responded.“I have another thermometer,” Stacy said, almost teasingly, seductively as she took the rectal thermometer case and removed the thermometer. Again, she was standing in front of me with her sexy look, only this time it was a rectal thermometer in her hand as she held it up to read it and shake it down.“OK, OK... Very funny,” I said, as I began to. Wo mere kaan k pass aayi or dheere se boli ki kisi ko iske baare me pata na lage. Or aah aah karne lagi mera lund par wo daba rahi thi or chain kholne lagi. Miane unki help ki or pant neeche utar di.Unhone meri t shirt or baniyan bhi utar diya or maine unki maxi. Oh kya batau wo anadr se itni gori thi or nipple black black maine jhat se ek chucha muh me le liya wo boli tujhe to lagta hai sab aata hai. Or mere lund ki anadr bahar karne lagi. Thodi der baar mujhe sofe per gira diya or mere upar. There was silence ‘Hello?’ The annoyance was building, and then that familiar rasp. ‘Hey!’ His exuberance could have fooled any stranger into believing that he was an old friend. Friend was not the word Madi would use, however. Teeth immediately grated, eyes staring at the wall with the determination to get off the phone unscathed. ‘What do you want?’ Her voice carried that distinctive growl that only crawled from her throat when she was at her angriest. Even with all the words he had said, the. Following him was a cook with a tray laden with food and drink. The devil began ticking off the food being presented for consumption…roasted chicken, new potatoes roasted to perfection, carrots glazed, crusty french bread, wine with a plum pudding for dessert. She wondered how he could have such fare on a ship, but she knew he spared no measure of comfort for himself and that he had killed, robbed and intimidated whoever he wanted to afford himself such luxuries. As she looked at him, she saw.