The times she caught a hint of diaper underSteve's pants and all of the little things that Steve did that shejust ignored. Finally, she blamed hersel... for Ryan. She shouldn'thave left the hospital until she could take him home. She blamedherself on everything.It was too much for her, her mind snapped. She stopped thinking ofherself as Lea Femrite, a middle aged wife and mother. Her minddisintegrated into that of the mindless teenagers she had fantasizedshe was. She believed she was a. She didn’t have her costume with her but she had already seen it and she loved it. It looked like the sexy outfit worn by Barbara Eden in ‘I Dream of Jeannie’. On her head would be veils and a headdress and she would remove each veil as she danced. The climatic finale to the dance ended in her complete nudity. She chose not to wear a body suit. She would show everything. She laughed. Fools, they don’t know how personally I know the role. How passionately I have loved and lost the man I loved. Mousi boli-“suvam to mujhe mouf karde,tu jo karna chata ha kar”mai turant mousi koapne baho mai jakad liyi aur unhe kiss karte jarahata karte jarahata,ma boli-“sirf muh hi chuse ga?”e bolke mere pas aake mere lips pe ek french kiss karke mousi ki sari utar di,mere same mouse sirf blouse aur peticote pe thi mai mousi se bola-“mousi mai aapko kuch halka kardu?”mousi boli-“pehle peticote utar bohot garam ho gayee hai.”mai mousi ke peticote ke dhaga ko halke se khechte he unki balo vari chud nazar. Time to review the situation: Who were these amateur guys? Unknown. How did Io get my phone number? Unknown. How did she find out about the attempted snatch – or maybe it was more than a snatch? Unknown. I didn't like 'unknown' answers.After seventeen minutes, I came out of the tall grass and crossed the parking lot to my truck. No sign of anything. I retrieved my regular shoes from the duffel, tossed it in the back of the truck and got in the cab. First thing to do was get the hell out of.