.Mo munda bhita ra ta golmal hoe gala. Mu bhauja nka goda dhari pakei li, se chamaki padile !!! Mu kahili bhauja mo dwara bahut bad bhul hoe gala mote...khyama kara.Bhauja jor kina gote chapuda marile. Mu kandi ba ku lagili. Kichi samaya gala bhauja kan sabu bhabu thaanti kintu e parjyanta nija luga pindhi na thile, ta pare kahile mu tuma bhauja mane maa saman……..Aji jaha kala kadapi thik nuha kintu kahiniki kejani mote bhari saanti laguchi. Mu chup hoe basi thae. Bhauja kahile ebe boli nuhan….. " With that statement a shooting star came swishing past her line of vision. Heather found herself thinking about what to wish for. She remembered reading somewhere that shooting stars were expected for tonight. Heather fantasized about what she would wish for, if she should wish for anything at all. "Maybe it's God's way of helping me," Heather concluded, under her breath. "Oh well, what can it hurt. Here goes, I wish...hmmmm" Heather scratched her head for what seemed. Her place did not have a bell so called her again. She had again gone to sleep. She opened the door, welcomed me with a glass of water. Teased me a bit about my haalat as a drunk man. She told she has week-off tomorrow and I could be relaxed of not getting disturbed in the middle of night. I was so drunk that I was fumbling with words. She helped me with my bag, watch purse and she even took off my shoes and socks. I went into bathroom, puked, washed and comeback wearing only my boxer shorts( I. They came in a variety of colors from milk white to ebony and all the tans between. Below the waist, their costumes varied except in being short and tight, exposing long legs (and sometimes more) that ended in stilt-high heels.One girl, Karin, stopped to talk with us. She was wearing red hot pants and heels, with a gold choker necklace. Her skin was a deep tan color, her areolas somewhat darker and tipped with still darker nipples, both of which were pierced by small gold loops. She was.