“We need to head out to the frozen ocean.” Abdiel had cocooned himself with his wings. He shivered once and then nodded. “Climb my back Dava. I...��ll fly us there.” Abdiel turned and Dava hopped onto his back. The boy was tall and well built like most young Seraph’s. Carrying Dava was no burden to him. It was cold and Davariel had no clothing. He kept his head low to Abdiel’s shoulders, gripping him beneath his wings and arms, so that his arms hugged the young reapers chest. His legs wrapped. Mujhe dard mai dekh vo boli ki kya tumhe dard ho rha hai maine kha haan thoda sa.Vo boli kaha maine kha pet ke theek niche mera lund khada hua tha. Vo boli achha is naughty cheez pe maine kha ki dard ho rha hai kuch karo to unhone meri shorts ke upar se lund sehlanelagi maine kha ki upar se kuch nhi ho rha bahar nikal ke karo. Unhone mere lips ko kiss kia maine unhe zor se pakad lia aur apne upar baitha lia unki gaan mere lund ko daba rhi thi hum paglo ki tarah kiss kie jaa rhe the mai unke. The big, floppy recliner I sit in is the only thing really in focus. The room is bright, but grey and indistinct, because it's not really important.You are there. I see you are... smaller than you are. And grayer. And cold, sad. I beckon you to me and you climb onto my lap. My arms encircle you as you curl up. I feel larger than I am. Stronger. I hold you, stroking you hair and back through your sweatshirt. You are shivering. You may be crying. There is wetness seeping though my shirt. I hold. So we can save whatever's left." She shook her head. "And sometimes I think: there's so little left to be saved."On July 4th she took me to a movie at the neighborhood theatre, the Suzore's, a seedy, well used, crowded, sticky floored movie house if ever there was one. The place was a fallen relic of the 1920's, but it had a kind of homey who-cares air about it and the best popcorn in town. We held hands and shared the popcorn bag, laughing at the Bowery Boys and hiding our eyes when Charlie.