While you're happy for your friends, you begin to wonder why you can't have at least a taste of that life. You get up out of bed, and look over your s...litary room. There's nothing really of "you" in it. Fuck, you don't even know what "you" is at this point. Everything, from this college, to your clothes, to your books, phone, have all been the smart and prudent decision someone else has made. Unfortunately, this applies to you as well, looking in the full body mirror. Whoever convinced you that. Buland awaz mein kahta hon….Or phir aik ungli ko apny muon mein rakh kar achi tara choosta hon sub ka samny.or dosri ungli apni biwi ka muon mein dalta hon.Kiyonka wo muon nahi kholti tu uska honton par achi tara mal dyta hon.Mmmmm …. Dil kar raha hai ka idher hi tumko nanga kar ka sara ras pi jaon tumhara. )Biwi: kuuuuu.ch tu lehaaa..z karo….Tumhari biwi hon kiyon mughy barbaaa….D kar rahe ho kiyon meri izaat lotaaaaa .. ny par tulay howe ho..Abhi bhi waqqq . At hai bund kar do yeh sub or la. “It might not be safe for you over here. Even so, shouting like this isn’t going to make people relax. How about I come over and speak to you?”“That would work,” I agreed promptly. “There’s a crossing about two miles downriver from here, just past your mining facility. I’ll wait for you there.”With that I got up. I did so slowly. As I did, I reached out and took hold of the improvised flag post and flag. I took them with me. It was a long walk to the top of the hill, with my back facing people. As far as I was concerned it was too hot to wear anything to bed so I went the full nuddy look, just using a light sheet to protect my modesty. I got in about two hours sleep and then the crying started. It was little Marie, I just knew it. She was normally a complete angel but sometimes she turned into a fallen angel, a raging demon escaped from hell itself.I listened to her, telling myself that she'd calm down and go back to sleep. I was lying, and I knew it. If she woke Bobby I'd have two.