I open the letter, revealing the grave news contained within:Dearest Aerin, I regret to inform you that I have been bested. Not by man nor beast, but ...y a damned foul disease. Too many drunken nights whoring, too many proud days away from the healer after battle, too many times not listening to your mother. Regardless, the healers, monks, and even my best generals tell me I am not long for this world. A few weeks at worst, two months at best. As my sanity fades, I write you this letter. You are. Servant hain aur mera bhae pujab university mein chemical engineering ka student hy jb k mein FA ky student hn mera rung gora height 5 ft 9 inch aur 36 k breasts hy ye meri pehli chudae ky kahani hy mera bhae mjy ajeeb nazron se dekhta tha aur mjy touch krny ka bahana dohndta tha.mjy university life dekhny ka bohat shok hy mein ne kae bar bhae se ly jany ko kaha mgr nae many is dfah bhae holiday pe aya tu mein ne buhat insist kea tu wo ly kr jany pe agree ho gaey mgr unho ne sart rakhi k mein. I couldn’t help wondering if this would be the right time to make a pass. I could get her to break her vow about dating coworkers – although, as you can imagine that going out was not the only thing I expected from Rhea, it was my going in her that was as important to me.I quickly made up my mind and got off my chair and quietly took position behind her jutting buttocks. “Hi!” she turned around on her heels, “I was just…” but she stopped talking. Perhaps it was my shit-eating grin, or perhaps. Knowing this empowered me, and as I knocked back a seriously large whiskey and coke, I remarked on my missing underwear, and suggested they return it to me, soiled or not, when they finished with it, hence my earlier labeling.'Why do you shave?' asked one sweaty fat guy, the manner in which he asked leaving no doubt about his fascination for my crotch, 'Because it makes it look ten years younger', I replied, emboldened by the warm feeling swilling around my belly, the whiskey was loosening my.