Phir..Jiju ne lund nikala or kaha ab chooose isse…N nishta replied k aaaj aap wild kaise nahi ho rhe abhay—–maine kaha wild matlab or kitna hong...…Nishta.Arre tujhe pata nhi nisha.Jiju said chal nisha hath mooh se nikal lund…Phir hatkar bahar gaye or chappal laaye n apni pant main se belt nikali…………Maine kaha jiju kya kar rhe ho ye…He replied…Randi ko randi bana raha hoon..Or mere gale main belt baand di…N mujhe kutiya ki tarah kheenchne lage or main kutiya ki tarah zameen par chal rahi. . yeah, I dig," he said. "But, sir, the... uh... music you're making is sure to..." I'll stop when the cops show up," Matt said. "That's a rule that's always worked for me in the past. Now tell me what you think of this riff. Too heavy? Or not heavy enough?"And with that, he ground out a crunching, multifaceted riff that reverterbrated throughout the floor above and below his.Emil didn't answer. He simply fled back to his bedroom, worried for his immigration status when the cops finally did. The hallways were cleared of people, so I was a bit surprised when I encountered Sergeant Powell just outside my pod. He smiled as he saw me. "Sorry, but do you have a moment to meet with Captain Nelson?" he asked.I nodded, and he led me back down the corridor to the center ring, where we turned and proceeded to the small command deck. The door opened as we approached and we went inside to see Captain Nelson reviewing some data and sighing.She turned to look at us as the door slid closed.. Feeling somewhat empowered, I returned to the living room where Nick was reclined on the couch. His eyes lit up when he saw me but he didn’t comment on what I was wearing. I watched him closely, though. His gaze met my eyes and held them as I walked toward him. He held out an arm and I snuggled against him. ‘Telly?’ he asked, holding up the remote. ‘Sure,’ I replied with a happy sigh. His arm was around my waist, mindlessly toying with the hem of my top. I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel.