There were 11 men in the camp, and the dogs were anxious to attack. I could read the disgust in their faces when I held them back, but I wanted to wai... until dark. Our last experience showed that the dogs were most effective then. We pulled back out of sight and set up our own cold camp.The dogs adopted their "it's about time" expression when I finally sent them in to see what kind of harm they could do. Three dogs and 11 men just did not come out even, and I knew that one of the dogs was going. Anyway there was plenty of food and booze and relatively early my boyfriend got well and truly shit faced, he could barely stand up so a couple of blokes took him to an unused room to sleep it off.When they came back to the main room they came over and started to chat, they were both I would guess around twice my age, I was nineteen at the time and flattered by the attention, they kept making complimentary comments about how I looked and my dress etc, also saying how my inebriated boyfriend. While talking with renters my chachi has come. I have spent some time there and went home.After 3 months, a function was held at my home. My chachi said that, she forgot d saree and said to go along babhi n get d saree. Here my story starts. I got d fz bike, she sat on the back. She held my shoulder with her hand and whenever I apply the break she hold my shoulder hard and gives a pinch and smiles. We reached home in 15min. I followed my babhi into the bed room. She was searching. I put my hand. ..I really think that would suit your 'form' better," Amanda insists."I dunno," Charlotte says, leaping immediately to my defence. "Jamie hasa LOT of little black dresses with sweetheart necklines and she fitsthem REALLY well. We've seen a couple of bespoke designers who thinkit'd suit her as well." God..." I moan as I start to blush. "Sorry, sorry, I know I must soundlike 'Bridezilla', but I really want this dress to be PERFECT." What woman wouldn't?" Alice asks, making me smile."I'll tell you.