Jane had good reason to believe this woman had plagiarized him. Her story was, although not word for word, very similar to a few of the stories he had...written and submitted to the site. Plot-wise it was identical. Even details like his name and the type of computer he used was included in the story. Both of these items, he noted, could easily be learned by reading his profile. He licked his lower lip thoughtfully as he typed an email to the woman. Maybe she was doing this deliberately as a. Ye kahani mere or mere dost ki he kesse mene or us ne uski girlfriend ko thoka jada samy barbad na karte hue me kahani pe ata hu Ye baat pichle sep ki he subha subha mere dost ka phone aya or usne kaha vo mujhe pik karne aa raha he uska naam vinay he, vo aya or hum college ke liye nikal pade raste me uski girlfriend riya ka call aya, vo dono bate karne lage or kehne laga ki tere se mile kitne din ho gaye phir vo phone pe kiss karne lage ye sun kar mujhe meri girlfriend ki yaad ane lagi or me. With one of his large rocks in her mouth, Rashmi heard her cell phone ring. When she let his nut slip from her lips with a loud plop, Kshitiz quickly hissed: Let it ring!”Rashmi was already reaching into her purse and opening her cell. I can’t. It might be important.” Looking at the number displayed she added “Shit. It’s from home.” Straightening up and stepping away from the couch, Rashmi tilted her head bringing the phone under her hair to her ear, her free arm crossed under her breasts. Mark knew that as long as Tantka was on planet he nor the women were safe, so he considered that they had no chose but to remain but with a few surprises of their own. Following Assti with a drone he saw she was getting closer, Damn it! Tantka started to move not as fast as before but fast enough seeing 2 shots being fired neither went down causing Mark to curse. The com he'd given Assti was working perfectly. He saw that Assti had a burn from where the bullet had skimmed her, but the comp was.