Sex is about power.” ― Oscar Wilde Ted closed the door and breathed a sigh of relief as the chaos of the outside world was replaced by the engin...ered comfort of his luxury sedan. 'Ah, peace and quiet,' he thought as he settled into the buttery softness of the leather upholstery. This was why he had spent such a ridiculous amount of money on a high-end import. The need to shut out the hectic distractions of everyday life was a necessary part of his daily ritual. Ted may have been a liberal. I picked it up, looked it over, read the front, and glanced at the back. Nothing. I closed that folder and went to the next one. Nothing again. And again. On the fourth I felt something. It was like being shocked when I picked up the folder, so I dropped it immediately. Papers slid across the table. Andrea and the others watched as I looked over the papers without touching them. Something here had caused the jolt, but what? Gingerly, I picked up the first one. It had the address on it and as I. Jara vasline lagao na. Samir ne lunnd phirse vasline lagaya our meri gaand mebhi. Kou saab ab dalu kya? Samirne pucha. Ha lekin jara dire dal na. Samirne lunnd meri gaand par rakha our phir se jorka dhakka mara our pura lunnd gaand me chala gaya. Dekho saab pura lunnd chala gaya. Samir bola. Sale tumne to meri gaand phad di haram jada kahi ka. Mai chillate bola. Samir ne haste haste phirse lunnd in out karne laga. Ab vasline ke karan dard nahi ho raha tha balki kuch maja aa raha tha. Dhire. I set up the bed for them, it was a very hot night so I put the fans on full blast and came back to watch the rest of the match. After finishing the match I went to my room and they were all fast asleep. M was sleeping by the wall next to the window, aunt at the edge and the kids were put in between. My bed is placed perpendicular to that bed at the corner of the room. I went to sleep hoping the temperature would go down.That night I dream a dream that I’ll remember for a long time. The fight.