38 she is educated n modern n wears all types of dresses western n indian but i find her best in churidar suits she wears. So let me start my story so...we left delhi early morning in our car and after crossing delhi we stopped at some dhaba to have our breakfast and there maa ko toilet jana tha magar dhabe ka toilet itna ganda tha k smell ki wajah se andar koi nahi ja sakta tha waha nashta karne k bad main n maa waha se nikale n ratse me maa ne kaha k unhe fresh hona hai n maine car highway par. She tried to compare what happened here with the various rebellions and coups in Mexico and just shook her head. Hell, none of those would even make a good musical. They walked out humming 'Piddle, Twiddle And Resolve', then after a quick look at the Liberty Bell Fred had them jump on a bus to go to the harbor. There was something that he had been waiting years to see."My god, it's beautiful..."Anita had never seen anything like it. They stood on the shore next to a ... naval work of art. The. If you like or even dislike the story, please take the time to let me know why. Thank you for reading and commenting on my work. I hope you enjoy the story. ********** Portland Oregon 1876 ‘State your name for the record please,’ Judge Reynolds ordered the prisoner. The Judge was about 60 with a great mane of gray hair. He was a tall, slender man dressed in a frock coat, a button on collared shirt and a string tie. The Judge had a frown on his face as he looked through his Prince Nez glasses at. I was stunned into a motionless silence. The next words out of my mouth “Oh God!”I flicked the headphones off and listened with extreme intensity.Silence.But not total silence, I could hear wind blowing in the trees.Fuck.in what felt like slow motion i turned my head to the right.“Shit!”My windows were wide open. “No no no no no”I ran to the window and looked out, the driveway was empty. a sigh of relief, my family were not home yet. through the net curtain I looked around the road outside it.