Harriet also expressed the hope that Tony’s own wounds had mended and did not trouble him anymore. She relayed her mother’s best wishes, too.Harri...t herself was organising the move to High Matcham. Following Tony’s advice, she would send a letter to Mrs. Blacket, offering her to lead the household.The letter was three hand written pages long, and as promised, there was no plea for forgiveness in it. When he had finished reading, Tony sat at his own desk and composed an answer. He summarised the. Mene bataya ke mein jimmy hu from jalandhar. Toh usne kaha sorry wrong number par message kar ho gya. Mene kaha “Its ok “.. Koi baat nhi.”.Fir uska koi reply nhi aaya. Esse hi 4 ,5 din nikal gye..ik din whatsapp use kar raha toh achanak mene uska no dekha jis par ik beautiful ladaki ki pic lagi hui thi. Mene dekha bhut kaffi sundar lag rahi thi. Woh sirf selfie pic thi jis mein sirf face tha uska. Lekin face kaffi sudar tha. Pic dekh kar mene use msg kiya “is this your picture?” Yeh aapki pic. Not much call for it and not too many what know how to make it right."I spent the next six weeks first watching, then assisting, as this drunken net mender taught me the art of tattooing. I learned to blend pigments and alcohol, process soap fat, and finally, make my own inks.I built my own 'hammers' as Samaroc called them. The simplest of these were simply small pieces of wood with needles fastened to the ends of them. The more complex hammers were flexible pieces of bamboo with custom grips. Then Amy spoiled it all saying “ Hey you’re suppose to fuck her not feed her”Sandy raised off me and I groaned “Fuck Amy you you bitch”“I want you inside me now, please if you don’t mind” Sandy squeaked out.“Mind of course I don’t mind and I do want you too, now just lay back a enjoy me” She laid down on her back spreading those gorgeous legs of hers opening her treasure for my inspection, as I looked at her tiny pink slit, all I could do was try to catch my breathe before I entered.