Ruchi mere balo ko nochne lagi. Mai ushke ek ek krke dono duh ko chus rha kat rha tha. Wo bechin ho rhi thi. Ushne mere Lower me hath daal kr lund pkr...liya aura age pichh krne lagi.Mai ushke pet ko chatne laga. Mai utha aur freezz me se sehad lekr aaya aur ushke navi e daal kr chatne laga. Phir mai ushke pairo ki ungliyo ko chatta hua ushke pairo ko chumta hua ushki phuddi pr pahuch gya. Mai ushke phuddi ke phako ko alag krke ushme jibh daal kr ushe chodne laga. wo bhu excited ho gyi and. A tear slid, unfelt, unnoticed down her cheek. ‘Miss MacLean? Are you quite alright? Are you troubled?’ Megan stood and ran to the ladies rest room. She locked herself in a stall and cried, her tears now unchecked, her throat painfully tight as she tried to stifle her tears. There was a tentative tap on the door. A soft Scottish voice was again asking, ‘Miss MacLean, please, can I help you? After all, we are both MacLean.’ Megan savagely pulled sheets from the dispenser, dabbed at her eyes and. She knew that her leg must be broken, but she didn't have the breath to scream in pain.Fortunately, Mrs Beale had heard the crack of the branch falling, and came out her house to take a look.With her daughter Tsanja's help, they carefully rolled Dee onto a stretcher. By now she was white with shock, and Mrs Beale could see that the heavy limb had snapped her femur.As Dee was carried into the house, Mrs Beale whispered reassurances to the poor girl, and told her that she could be healed. She had. I knew I was dead! But still….she didn’t seem angry….so while she was settling down, I started “Mam, I’m extremely sorry for what I did. I don’t know what went wrong….but I promise that it won’t happen again….please don’t tell anyone…..”, “Calm down…”, she interrupted! “It’s quite normal for boys of your age. I understand.But, what annoyed me was the fact that you were fantasising about me. Soon after my husband died, I became a sex object to all the males around me. It was only you with whom I.