‘Yes, I did have a good rest. Thank you for asking. How was yours?’ ‘Really? I thought you were an artist in conversation?’ she thought quite...angrily to herself as her words to Gustav physically left her mouth. ‘Quite well, milady.’ Gustav replied, unsure of how to feel as the light blue eyes greeted him with such unfamiliar enthusiasm. ‘The carriage should arrive soon enough–‘ ‘Carriage?’ ‘Yes, my lady is something the matter? The stable is not far from here.’ Having a carriage meant the a. Maine bola haa or mne panty or video use de diya.Panty milte hi ram panty ko kutte ki trah sniff yaani sunghne laga .Mne bola abe bhosdike kutte ki trah kya kar raha .To usne bola chal kisi soonsaan ilake me .Phir hmdono soonsaan ilake mein aagye phir usne bhabhi ki video dekhi or bola waah kya figure hai ekdm model ki trah ..Kya gaand hai bhai mere..Ufg teri gaand kitni moti hai ekdam randi ki trah zarur teri bhabhi phele randi hogi isliye itni moti gaand hai.Kfi loudoo se thokwaya isne gaand. She probably saw a photo, a post, some sort of trigger. Or she could have just been thinking about high school, about him, about all the different ways he touched her, about all the pain he’s caused her, about all the pain that is still here, years later. About the pain she fears may never go away. She’s shaking in my arms and I’m all that’s holding her steady. Here, held so tight, she is able to let go. She is able to not be as strong as she always is. She is able to cry without having to. She is a studious girl and does very well at school.This one Friday night in September, I was feeling particularly frisky. I waited patiently for Amber to go upstairs. It was past midnight when she finally yawned, stretched herself and announced that she was heading to bed. “Are you coming to bed honey?” she asked me without really caring if I did.“Nah, I am going to watch some news, why don’t you go ahead”She didn’t even wait for me to end my sentence. She was too tired to care, I watched her.