“What’s wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.“The box is gone,” he said“What box?” Mom asked.“There was a small gold box that he kept locked on...top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most, ‘“ Jack said.It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.“Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,” Jack said. “I better get. Your face froze, and time stopped until I saw myself slide down the back of the hatch, leaving a path of crimson along it’s dirty white paint.’ ‘Michael, stop, you don’t have to say anymore… It was just an illusion.’ ‘I fell to the pavement. You let out a wailing cry as you tried to wake me. My God, Marlene, I don’t ever want to hear that sound again. A black woman came up to offer help, but realized there was none to be given. She took hold of your arm, but you passed out on top of me.’ I. . Aahhhhh … Mai mar jayungi….Ye galat hai…..Aahhhhhh…..Chodo mujhe…..Sach batau toh bahot maza araha tha….Fir unhone meri saadi utari aur meri bra faad di…Aur panty nikal kar meri chut chatne lage….Unhone apni do ungli mere chut mai daali aur chut chatne lage…Aahhh hhh aajtak aisa maza kisine nai diya….Apke bhaiya ne kabhi aisa nai kiya…Woh sidha chudai karte…..Plssssss jor se karo.Ab sahan nai hota…..Daal do apna mota lund under…..Is pyaasi bhabhi ko chodo…..Chodo jor se…..Fir unhone ek jhatke. This was the weekend of the party we were giving to celebrate the new house and many friends and relatives were attending. One of my cousins had arranged for a young choral group she is involved with to attend and provide some entertainment. They wanted the experience of an audience and she thought this would be appropriate. Three or four adults came with them and we were looking forward to hearing the youngsters sing.We catered the food for the party and it was excellent. Guests were wandering.