Something needed to be done.Four torpedoes appeared in open space from their trip through jump space. Their exit point was randomized, and was half wa... across the spiral arm from their point of origin. They instantly lost track of their target, and started searching for it. Failing to find the target, and failing to find any other target, they shut down their drives and coasted. Soon, from the lack of anything to target on, the torpedoes switched to standby passive mode. They would wait until a. To maine socha q na bua k yaha jaya jaye. To main sidha classes se nikla or new-bombay k liye local pakad liya. Ab main soch raha tha k aaj usse chodne mai kitna maja aayega. Ye sochte sochte na jane kab safar khatam ho gaya.Main ab station pe utra or apni bua ko call kiya or pucha k vo kaha h. usne kaha k vo ghar pe hi h, to maine kaha k main aa raha hu 5 min mai ghar pe. Or mai uske ghar pe pahunch gaya. Usne darwaja khola or muje ander aane k liye kaha. Mai ander chala gaya. Usne pucha k aaj. You're smiling when you untie and yank off her other shoe then both of her socks and you laugh when you see her purple toe nails."Whaddareyadoing?" Sam mumbles nearly incoherently and you climb on top of her."Your toenails are painted. How lady like." You laugh and Sam winces, covering her eyes with her hand."Say anything to anyone and die." And the threat is said with a laugh so it loses some of its menace."Don't worry. I won't tell anyone that you paint your toenails." You giggle and Sam. It appeared that no furniture had ever been present in the suite; the floor proved uniformly unmarked, as though installed only yesterday. Not so much as a scuff mark, or scratch.Frustrated, remembering Leda rubbing her fingertips together to summon the divan and table in her room, she did the same above the spot where she remembered a wide table sitting. Nothing appeared. “Dammit,” she muttered. “I hate this fucking place.”She leaned against the wall beside the open bathroom door, lifted her.