Background: I was raised in a small farming community in Nebraska, a mid-c***d of 6, and if you know anything about a farm with 6 k**s, nothing goes ...o waste and my life was a series of hand-me-downs. After High School, you options are pretty limited, go to college, stay on the farm, or join the military. I tried to stay on the farm, but I don’t deal with the older b*o-ther, who was married with 2 k**s and was pretty much taking over the farm, so in January of 90, I joined the Marine Corps. . Phir maine thodi baat age badini shruru ki to pata chala uska husband ek it company me kam krta hai aur aksar kam k sil siley me bhar jata hai subh 9baje jata hai to direct sham me 8 baje ya kabhi late aa ta hai gharpe aur maine ek din aunty se no. Mang liya to aunty ne kaha k no. Q chahiye to maine bola wo mere rum me kkabhi kabhi piney ka pani khatam ho jata hai to uskliye kabhi jarurat padi to isliye to aunty ne bola chal thik hai lele aur mere manme laddu fut gaya. Phir aisehi ek din mai. For several days, he had unsuccessfully tried to have another officer take over the debauched case, while eagerly volunteering his efforts for every minor offense that was processed by his precinct, but ultimately was left with no other options.Reluctantly, he rang the doorbell. After a long moment, the door was opened by a sweet young girl, that resembled the pictures he had seen at the old woman’s house. Again, he felt a surge of anger, as he pictured the invalid old man fondling, and doing. Arriving at the room, Keith unlocked it, standing aside and allowing Jan to enter, which she did, smiling at him in acknowledging his chivalry. His eyes moved down her shapely body. Feeling a stirring in his loins, Keith moved closer, kissing Jan softly on the lips. “White wine?” “Please.” Keith pulled away, walking across the room and opening the drinks cabinet, pulling out two small bottles. Jan, meanwhile, sat upon the bed, watching Keith pour the wine into the tumblers provided..