“Do you have title to that boat?”“What boat?”“The one on the four axle trailer down at the Marina.”“What makes you think it’s mine?”...��Mr. Johns said it’s yours.”I opened my wallet and presented paperwork for the boat, trailer and truck.After inspecting the paperwork, the cop behind pressed the radio button on his collar, contacted headquarters and said, “Signed, notarized and dated.”“Have them call the grandson,” squawked the speaker.“Don’t know the grandson,” I said.I was provided with the. 10″ h ye mere iss par phile story h jo me aap subh logo se share karme ja rha hu ager aap ko mere story pasand aaye to mujhe reply jaror karna mere id par mere id h note this and some ladies reply me ok bake ke details me aap logo ko mail par send kar dunga jasa ke mera title h ise aap sab logo ko pata to chal he gaya hoga ke ye story kise basic par h aap logo ka jada time na lete hu main baat par aata huye baat 5 month pehle ke h jha me rhata tha uske same wale ghar me ek ladki rhete thi woo. I walked into the bar and Lotta was wearing a skintight black lacy dress that shower off her toned legs and relatively small cleavage; like a tiny miniture version of Emma Starr. We kissed and greeted one another like old times, she had really gone all out and done her hair with curly corkscrew locks, she smiled as she spoke and kept placing a hand on my knee as our drinks arrived sitting on our bar stools. "I still fantasize about you." she said leaning forward. "I still finger myself. Then he would disappear for another 52 years." Afterwards, we would always go home and get blind drunk trying to get the images of what had occurred out of our mind. It was terrifying and terrible and we really wanted to end it, but you don't exactly break a deal with a devil, even if he is just a minor demon."She stopped and stared at me, waiting for me to say something. I had heard many weird and strange delusions, but this was the first time I had ever felt a twinge of belief rise within.