Go figure. Even though they bash all of my stories, before taking the time to write me to quote my storylines and point out my every typo, apparently,...they take the time to read all of my stories too. That’s weird. One would think that if they hated my stories and hated me that they wouldn’t read me and/or write me. Thank you, I think. Only, if you would and if you could, can you just read me and not write me. Can you just vote for me without bashing me? When a fan writes, ‘I’d like to strip. “May be I should call him and tell him I have to go out of town” I thought to myself. “Or…” before I could finish my thought my phone rang [Joe] was flashing on my screen. “Hey” “Hey Princess, I’m sitting in my car. Guess where I’m at?” “I don’t know” “I’m outside of Quick Trip on 83rd Ave and Encanto Blvd. ” “WHAT? What are you doing there?” “Waiting for you gorgeous, so which way should I go?” “Uhmm just wait, I’ll be there in a few” Oh my god, he was actually here. I. Kya maal thi. Shalwar kamiz me bde mumme to jaise bol rhe ho ki aao laure chuslo. Ushki nand v mst thi. Mai to raat ka bechaini se intjar kr rha tha. Mera kmra upr tha aur sas sasur upr jate nhi the wo budhe the. Sb log kha pikr sone gye. Karib 10 bje wo burke me aai. Mai to pagal hua ja rha tha tb se. Aate hi maine gate lock kiya aur bola mulli tu sach me kamal hai. Aaj teri pak chut ko chod krr tujhe randi bna dunga. Wo boli”ha mere malik chodo jitna chodna chahte ho”. Phir mai ushke karib. ” And she settled in this cave because no one ever entered this part of the forest, but she decided to leave that part out. “I just came out for a walk... but then I saw the bear.” Rosalie remained silent, waiting for him to go on, but silence was all there was. Exasperated, Rosalie didn’t know what to say. She had expected for Raener to say more, but he refused to do so. She tried again. “Which tribe are you from?” “Why do you care?” A spike of vexation shot to her throat. How insolent!.