I love to see that wo jab bhi chalti thi to unki gand bahut hilti thi mein kabhi bhi ye moka nhi khota tha unki gand dekhne kaa mann karta Tha ki unki...gand ko pakad lu magar darta tha wo humesha tight kapde pehanti aur gahr par wo short aur shirt me rehti thi unka colur fair tha aur sharir par ek bhi baal nhi tha skin bahut smooth thi wo jab bhi ghar ke bahar nikal ti thi to ladke sab chod ke unko dekte rehte the wo apni gadi se nikalti thi to unke boobs hilte rehte the uhke kai baar nipple bhi. Her expression was distant – bitter. She was venting. “So, what’s your story.” “Mom was a whore. I was nine when one of them killed her – busted her head open for the coppers he’d paid her.” She let out a snorting chuckle. “Thief with a lame leg took us in, and we earned our bread by pinching for him. Once we turned sixteen, we earned our keep in his bed, too. I took better to his teaching, Yani took better to repaying him. Died of something about six years ago. We got it too, but we lived, and. At least it was until I tried to turn just as someone stood on my foot. I felt the pain shoot up from my ankle. Unlike a real game there was no trainer rushing on with his magic sponge, so the best I could do was to hobble to the side and sit it out for a few minutes until the pain wore off. It didn't of course, in fact my ankle swelled up that much I couldn't get my shoe back on. Twenty minutes later it was agreed that I'd best go up to the A&E to get it checked out. I grabbed my stuff and. Teresa, being the computer whiz that she was, was able to get things transferred to the computer and into the program. She had a knack for listening to it once then playing it herself. I was amazed at how well she could pick it up and play. The process was really pretty slick. I had always wanted to master the computer end of music, but was never able to figure it out. She just breezed right through it. In some respects I was happy to know that it wouldn’t take the whole week to do the work,.