"We want him back, preferably without losing his value to us." Eve said."Sweetie, they better have been doing damage control since day one. My guess i... he has told them things he didn't even know that he knew." I was being perfectly candid. "Syrians and all the rest of them have no problem with torture. Yes torture is crude, but it does work." So you are telling me that this man is compromised," Eve said. "So what now." You should have killed them all on the first day that you knew where he was. Basically, Lizzie hated everything about him. Spotting one of her best friends, Cam, Lizzie crossed the kitchen. Cam held out a beer for her, and Lizzie snatched it, downing half in one big swig. “Whoa there, girl,” Cam exclaimed. “Slow down, the beer’s not going anywhere! Let me guess, you saw him.” Lizzie knew exactly who the ‘him’ was, and she was determined not the think about him that night. It was a party, and damnit, she was going to enjoy herself. “I hate him,” Lizzie sighed. There. There were the usual ogling eyes that would look at my cleavage and my boobs, and the usually flirting that took place when I was alone with the patient(s) in the exam room, but nobody was really “doing it” for me today. At least, not yet! At one point, I had accidentally brushed one of my nipples against the side of this mans head while I was doing a cleaning. I don't think he really noticed (or did he? I could swear that I just saw the bulge in his pants twitch!), but Holy Cow! That wave. Mausi ki umar koi 32 saal ki hogi aur vo bahre jism ki malika thee. Chutad kafi bahri aur chuchi bhi badi thee. Mausi ne green rang ki salwar kamiz pehni hui thee lekin usski chuchi jiss tarah uthak baithak kar rahi thee lagta tha ussne bra nahin pehni thee. Papa rasoi mein chale gaye aur maine dekha ki Papa ka haath mausi ke chutad ko tatol raha tha aur mausi sharma kar neechey ki taraf dekh rahi thee. Main aur Namita dinning roon se ye nazara dekh rahe thay. Namita ne dheere se kaha,”Dekho.