''He's a big baby.'I stirred my stumps.I found the crate with the Italian rifles.What?I didn't want to use the toy guns!Plastic and die cast?Reliable?...Don't give me that.They rely on hot explosive gases to thump the bolt back. Besides, they're a bitch to clean. And they're too damn loud!I unbolted the crate, took out six BM 59's, 12 spare mags, 4 cleaning kits, the armorers kit and 10 or so man silhouette targets. I bolted the crate back together. I hunted up the crate with the Winchester loose. We keep holding each other, letting out our sorrows.I don't know how long this has gone on - a long time - but we eventually ease back into a normal hug, her body pressed up against mine. "Thank you," she says."No, thank you. Being bad has never felt so good," I reply as we lean back to look at each other."Oh, look at you," she says, touching one of the tears on my cheeks with her finger and bringing it to her lips, then resuming the hug, holding her body tightly against mine.Not wanting to. She thinks everyone around her is good and people takes advantage of her dumb nature be it be her friend’s cousins or her servants etc around herSo coming back to Ashik and his advances, he used to be around her always for anything she needs and always take care of her like a younger brother She says he is lovely and he is actually her brother only and so whatever warnings I give her she neglects everything. She says he always praises about her nature and tells her he is very lucky to have a. ” It was Kamala’s turn to stand with her pretty mouth open but silent. “You think I’m pretty?” “You sound surprised. I think you very pretty.” “John. Will you kiss me?” she asked. John moved close to her and bent his head to hers and did just that. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. Her developing breasts crushing into his young chest. It was so natural that it was impossible to tell who opened their lips first. John’s tongue slid out and touched Kamala’s lips.