..."Carolina cut her husband off as she shouted, "I know you like to dresslike a girl." How would you know..." Please, Michael. Do you think I'm stup...d? Do you think I don'tnotice that some of my clothes seem to stretch themselves out. Or howabout the mysterious runs in my pantyhose after we got married, do youthink I don't know where they all came from? Did you think I thoughtit was the Phantom of the Panty Drawer?" I'm sorry. I didn't want you..." I didn't want to know about it either. . 3ich mota hai aur muje jyada aunties me intrest se meri last story me mai ne bataya tha kaise mai ne sarojni aunty ki gand aur chut fari thi to us din ke baad wo mere land ki gulam ho gai thi to jab man karta tha us ki gand chod deta tha last march me un ke ghar un ke husband ke koi bahut purane friend aye the un ke sath un ki wife and child aye the unke bache karib 15 se18 saal ke the and jo lady un ka ghar ayi ti kamal ki thi sali us ka name rajni tha wo log delhi se aye the to ek dam modren. At last he seemed strong enough to talk."Jeremy, what are you doing here? What's happened?" I have sought you out Angilee Carver... er Simmons, changing your name made it a lot harder to find you. I have come to you to help me die." What?" she asked incredulously."Aids," he said quietly, " stage three of one of the new drug resistant strains. I guess I wasn't as careful as I thought. Guys aren't supposed to get it from girls you know. Wouldn't you know I'd be one of the exceptions." Oh. It was easy to see that the event was going to be a huge success for the foundation and the poor. I was constantly pulled into one group after the other to regale them about the jungle experience, finding those c***dren, or the time I stopped Sylvia’s purse snatcher. It seemed there was as much interest in the dramatic events as the efforts of the foundation, but it was all for the foundation in the end.* * * * *Sylvia and I were relaxing under the late afternoon sun on the back lawn. We were.