Otherwise the transports should try to stay out of it so the men could rest. The army had a hard battle ahead of them.While we were getting ready, Fly...ng Arrow came up behind us. I noticed that the yellow flag was no longer on their mainmast below the ensign. When they reached us its captain told us that King Tom had moved to one of the transports to allow Flying Arrow to participate.I could only welcome them to the party. The crew was well trained, but it had not actually participated in any. Toxic stuff. Hmm… these thoughts of you make me smile — but it quickly vanishes.I put down the mug and push it into the centre of the table. I don't really want another drink — yet. I don't want my Danish pastry, either, but I pick at it and pop a sticky curranty bit into my mouth. I can barely swallow it. I'm not hungry. Our last conversation left an ache in my stomach that prohibits me from eating, a gnawing pain that won't go away. You're right, you see, absolutely right. We do have to. Wo madhosh ho chuki thi or mera lund dhoond rahi thi.Wo mar rahi thi lund ke liye maine kaha sahu ko bula do wo boli kya wo meri chut choosega.Maine kaha tum chusaogi to wo chusega hi.Wo boli m to gand utha utha kar chusaungi or itna kahte hi uski gand ucchlane lagi or wo jhad gayi.Ab wo paglon ki tarah lund chahiye tha.Bar bar chilla rahi thi ki muje lund se chodo jaldi.Main mar jaungi.Jaldi.Maine kaha m bathroom ja ke aa raha hu main gaya or maine jaldi hi sahu ko apni jagah bhej diya.Light. We directly went to the canteen (named “Rookie Point”) and ordered coffee.Both of us came well-dressed. I could notice her using light make-up, new nail polish, new earrings and new dress too. She complimented that I had awesome watch. We went to the classes and this time-table of coming to the college early, chatting over sms and late night calls continued for a month.We were getting close and it was impossible to end a day without talking to one another a month later, we were told those unit.