Puja: kesa laga touch kr ke.Me : (ekdam chup raha)Puja : andy me pagal nahi hu jo tumhare najro ki hawas na dekh saku.Aur wo direct mujh hug krne lagi...mujhse bhi ab control nai ho raha tha idhar samne se hi sab green signal mil gaye the to me sidha unko kiss krne laga unhone unka hath mere shorts me daal diya aur mera lund sehelane lagi me unke boobs dabane laga uffff kya feeling thi wo pagalo ki tarah ek dusre ko chum rahe the hum dono fir mausi mujhe boli abb aage bhi kuch karoge ya me hi. The emotional woman wanted to be protected from their enemies and felt honor bound to reward me for coming through for them. The logical woman in her just wanted to enjoy the moment and figure things out from there.I wanted to get my ashes hauled.Baby Girl wanted to find some sheep to herd.The universe wanted to keep throwing me into other people’s lives to fix things only the universe knew about.Eventually Nan ran out of stupid things to say, Baby Girl stretched out on her big pillow and I. Most of the groups we're into the whole 'adult baby' thing, but there was a small proportion that had to wear nappies full time. Another company she'd set up, sold adult nappies to not only the fetishists, but to those people too. The fetish nappy wearer's wanted the biggest nappies they could find, but the regular nappy wearers wanted the smallest ones. Her company in researching one style of nappy also helped make the other size better.An email came through recently that got her intrigued. It. Where the hell was the Columbia river? It should be in sight but I scanned around and didn’t see it. I reached for the radio, called in to someone, anyone. All I got was static. I tried that several times, nothing. I sniffed the air, there seemed to be a trace of a burnt smell but I wasn’t really sure. No radio either? I got a little chill up my spine. I just kept my heading, following the Sun. I knew I would reach the coast and should be able to find an airport. I kept scanning the horizen for.