You skid left toward a house; ignoring the front door blocked by a thick root and instead slam against the tall fence door.Bang. Nothing. Locked. Shit...You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice, sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass,. Because he was the only one with whom I could satisfy my sex appetite.Whenever he would see me naked, he would say, check your clothes, and I gave him a chocolate to not say anything to my parents.One day I hid all his chocolate and when he came back from dinner, he searched for it, when he found any, he came to me asked about his chocolate. I replied, “I finished all.”He disappoint to hear this and said, “give me atleast one otherwise I complain to your parent.”I said, “Raja only one is left. Well, I lacked the resources to write him back in the appropriate style and vernacular. But I would find a way to personally respond to the writer in a manner he deserved. For now, I contented myself with a brief email. ‘Thank you.’ We took a weekend trip near Paris to visit friends and attend a party. I was astonished that my parents didn’t ask about the smile on my face and the joy with which I approached everything we did and everyone we saw. I hadn’t taken his InTime shirt to France with me. She staggered a little, and Abe reacted with phenomenal speed to grasp her arm to keep her from falling."Oh, thank you, Abe! I don't know how I could of been so stupid as ta trip over that damned rock. I guess I jus' wasn't payin' enough attention ta where I was goin'." My pleasure, Miss Abigail! I wants ta he'p ya any ways I kin." Why, Abe, ya're so sweet! I don't know what ta say, 'cept "thank ya." There ain't no need ta say anythin', Miss Abigail. It jus' makes me feel good ta be around ya!.