'I hope whoever it was worth it.'I slid , my back sliding against the cabinets. The note to my chest. Tears starting falling , becoming a sob. Just w...en I thought I had no more tears. I was loud, screaming, kicking, my life was ruined. My home , ruined. My morals, ruined. ''Hello,'' it was knock at the door.''Daniece,'' a women's voice coming for me. Her coming around the corner.It was Desiree.''Baby , what's wrong,'' she sat next to me , consoling me, holding me.''Darnell is gone, and I'm a. It was rather like the American M1911 Colt .45 automatic that so popular in the Philippines in stopping the drugged up tribesmen with no fear of death or pain.She was partial to the knife just like Claude's younger brother but she liked it better in the dark when it couldn't be seen by her target.The warehouse that was their destination was dark and deserted when they arrived. That actually was encouraging because they all preferred to do their business without any eyes watching what they did.. Mere chhat par ek room bana hua hain jisme koi door nahi hain , mein aksar dophar mein jab koi nahi hota to waha ja kar muth marta hoon.ek din mein pooja ke baare mein soch kar muth maar raha tha……pooja aunty ke chhat hamare ghar ki chhat se mili hui hain aur waha e mere chhat wale room mein sab kuch dikhta hain, achanak pooja aunty chhat par karde sukane aa gayi aur mujhe muth marte hue dekh liye. Mein dar gaya aur waha se bhag gaya. Us din mujhe bahut dar laga ki kahi who yeh baat mummy ko na. She didnt bother making me turn around. To soap my chest she reached around me. I felt her breasts press into my back, and her hot breath on the nape of my neck. It wasnt until she gentle tweaked my nipples, like I had hers, that I realized that I might enjoy having them played with just as much as she did. As her hands drifted lower, my knees went weak. At some point, her hands had stopped washing me, and started to caress me. Right now, they were definitely caressing my legs. Which, while it.