. Paani se uski pair fisal gyi toh who gir padi and mujhe awaz lagayi. Me direct under ghus gya toh me wahan usse sirf panty me dekha…. Wah, kya di...h rhi thi… 38 ki gaaand, .. Uske upper jach rhi thi .. Bt me apni emoticon ko control kar ke usse utha ke bed room le aaya. Wahan usko me letaya and kahan dard ho rha he pucha .. Jab pata chala ki uski kamar me dard aayi he toh me sudden tel ka dibba laya and bola pith ke bal so jao me maalish karta hun achga lagega. Who mana ki bt baad me han. " "Yes, I suppose I do," he smiled. "I'll tell you what," he continued. "I'll let you pick one card and keep it. Whoever you become will have access to Rick Applegate's assets. You can make a donation to an appropriate charity in lieu of paying me for the use of the cards." The blonde looked at the old man with one shapely brow arched into discreet incredulity. "Any card I want?" "Hand them to me," he ordered. She produced the cards and he laid them out, face. Her heart pounded up into her neck and shoulders and her face surpassed the color of the pretty box by at least three shades. With shaking hands she reached in and pulled up the papier mache half mask with the pink forehead and cheeks, tiny black eyes and darker pink snout of a pig. Her eyes filled with tears and she let out an involuntary gasp at what lay under it. The coiled tail attached to a plug looked vulgar and mean. Her skin peppered with gooseflesh and again her face carried the heat. " Kevin, what are you saying?" she demanded, knowing full well that he was venturing in where only young people today dared venture. But he didn't realize that such an intrusion would only upset her more. "Honey, I know you mean well, but I can't take this talk." You're a human animal as well as a human being," he continued stubbornly. "You have needs, excesses in your system that require... attention... for your nerves and health." "Kevin!" she cried, trying to sound indignant between.