Wo bola aunty saree utaro, sab dag nikal jayenge me isko washing machine me dalta hu 15 20 minute me. Usne mana kiya , wo kamina bola me apki bete ki ...arah hu aunty, shrmao mat. Maa ne thoda socha aur saree utar di. Usne saree utar ke abhi ko di, abhi ne wo saree direct upar fan me fek di, aur bola ab muze banti ne kiya waise karne de. Chodane de muze. Maa rone lagi.Wo bola ab saree na milegi, me jaa raha hu tu nangi ho, sex karne de tabhi milegi saree. Wo gidgidane lagi rone lagi, wo kuch bhi. The grunts and thumps are still coming from a helpless figure, locked inside the box, struggling beneath a blanket. The figure groans as the trailer bumps along. The sound isn't loud but it's enough to disturb the pony. He looks up, puzzled, not used to sharing his trailer, but soon returns to his hay.They turn on to the road down towards Le Val.Trudy Freeling pulls her golfing sun visor from her forehead and shakes her long, blonde hair loose. She tosses the pink visor onto the dashboard in. She had a map with the disposition of Jade Warriors on the screen. Also shown were the known locations of Enforcers of God. Tracking devices had been placed on vehicles known to be used by the enemy. Those Jade Warriors who had features similar to the locals, were dressed as locals. They were moving around the streets making observations. They were reporting back the activities that were taking place in the major cities.“So what happened when you visited the Prime Minister?”“His security folks. Also niggling had been Colin's insistence on having a vasectomy. Mandy's suspicions as to why he'd done so remained. It wasn't like they even had a sex life these days nor had it improved after he'd had it done. But she was a good wife and a good Christian (she thought) and put those matters to one side as they tried to come to terms with a widespread countryside parish as opposed to the inner city one they'd been previously attached too.Yes, it had been a culture shock (for both sides) but.