" Blood? "Paper cut!"Alex was tempted to give 'him' more than just a paper cut. 'She' noted the gash the brick made on 'his' stubbled chin. That wasn'... enough, apparently.Or, 'she' had to do it with this silver sword. 'She' cut the guy's right biceps.Looking at the blood, Alex said, "Now, what? Do I make a wish?"In a second, it seemed like, the girl 'he' once was grew-up within 'him'; another second, and 'he' grew down, out of sight.+++The shocks to his senses were like suddenly going from some. Ahhh aaa…pr bola randi chup kar or muje jaor se chodta raha lekin fir dard kam huya muje b acha lagne lga fir usne apna pani bich he chod diya or mere upper he let geya mai uthi or uska lund chusne lgi lund fir se khada ho geya to raja bola k meri randi chal ab ghodi ban mai samj gyi thi k ab j meri gand marega mai na krne lgi par thodi der badh maan gyi or ban gyi osne mera hole ko lick kiya or apna thuk lgaya or lund thoda sa dala mai dard k mare cheek pdi k aaaaaa.Nikalo bahr meri ankho se. He paid no mind to the twitching, gagging body as he bent to take the M-16 the bad guy had dropped. Examining the assault rifle, he discovered that it was a military weapon, made in the good old USA. He took a moment to look at the dying body at his feet. The guy definitely didn't look like military. His hair was too long and his style of dress was anything but government issue.After searching the body to find two extra clips in the man's pockets, he once again set out to find his wife. A. ..well, most of it anyways. My wife was knocked out on sleeping pills, Amanda was out like a light and Whitney had called up drunk. What was a guy supposed to do? I went and got her, brought her back home and put her to bed to sleep it off. Seemed plausible to me, and I found out the next morning that it made perfect sense to my family when I told them the fabricated story. When I awoke the next morning I went about my normal Sunday morning routine. But when it came time to get ready for.