Knock, KnockRamya: Who is it?Ramya opened the door to find a young woman standing outside the door.Ramya thought: Ummmm…This lady looks so sexy and ...eautiful…The way, she looks in her wet saree, is turning even me on…..Ramya: What do you want?Young Lady: Memsaab, we were passing your house, while it started raining heavily. It is already close to 10 in the night and we are new to this place and in search of jobs. Memsaab, Can we stay in the verandah of your place for tonight, please? We promise. Then he pulled outand flipped Jennifer over. Before she could protest, he climbed between herlegs and thrust up inside her again. Pinning her soft body down on thestage, he rocked back and forth on top of her, ravaging the younggirl's insides with friction from his hot iron rod. Sweat dripped from hisforehead and pooled inside the lenses of Harold's glasses. He felt the familiarsensation as the very seed which had created Jennifer crept up histesticles aching to join their likeness. Harold. The weather- man said to expect snow and ice, but they hoped they could beat it to Seattle. As they drove they talked about a lot of things. He found out her name was Shannon and that she lived in Portland as well. She worked at a clothing store at Lloyd Center and was 22 years old. She had a sparkling personality and a very warm manner about her. It was easy to forget about time as they talked, Shannon was an excellent conversationalist. Their conversations ranged all across the board, from. ” The Private addressed is about to blow him off - after all, he’s only a kid; but something in Gerry’s eyes makes him stop and think. He turns around and leads the way.While they walk to their squad quarters the Private says, “Painter seems to think we should be careful of you, why?”“Mother thinks I’m a lot tougher than father, and some of my past commanders who’d served with father agree with her. He served with the Foresters and Rocks. Retired to get married.” The Private still doesn’t see.