“It likes pain excellent. I think I'll take this one with me, I need a new project.” Matthew said to Alexander who smirked. “What is your name b...y?” Matthew asked. “Minh” The slave replied. “Excellent stand forward boy.” Matthew growled the slave stepped forward defiantly keeping his eyes on Matthew's face. “Hand slave.” Matthew growled the boy presented his hand. Matthew grabbed it forcing it down his jeans and into his boxers. “That cock boy, it will be buried in your holes before the end of. Me: Don’t you know its answer! If you are comfortable with having a conversation.Preeti: Yar main nah late ho rahi hu. Ghar par nah pati faltu drame karega. Tu mujhe gaddi tak drop krde. (Hey, I am getting late, and my husband will start tantrums. Can you please drop me at the car?)Me: Haa thik hai. (Yes, Okay)As we walked, I asked for her name and work details.Me (Touching her shoulders): Kaisa laga jo metro mein hua! (How did you felt what happened back in the metro?)Preeti: Main bilkul. His face broadened into a smile. "Hello, then, Jack," he said. "I'm Richard Ashley."So this was Richard, to whom I'd spoken so often on the phone but had never actually seen. At times I'd envisaged him as Goliath, this massive man of formidable powers and strength. Yet here he was in person, no larger or stronger or more imposing than the average man I'd meet in the street.But I had a role to play."Good evening to you, Mr. Ashley," I said, still my adopted Charleston-ese to the core; over the. For artillery, they junked most of the Russian supplied arty that was captured, and the U.S. provided the equivalent of a battalion of 105s. The American army had mostly transitioned to the M119 105 mm howitzer, freeing up almost a thousand of the venerable M102s that I was so familiar with. Those M102s were very accurate and very reliable and very serviceable - and very cheap! They were perfect for the Peshmerga. I made sure that I met with all of these battalions on my visits and was able to.