And ours, of course." Then you do have your own agenda, as I suspected." Naturally, but that agenda is nothing less than the protection of ouruniverse... The more we followed the possible timelines of ever morepeople, the more of them we found them converging on a terrible future,one we were determined to prevent if we could." What was the nature of this future?" That was the problem. It was big, and it was terrifying... and wecouldn't get a firm fix on it. This had never happened to us before.. Argh” I moan. I could not take it anymore I begin to enjoy it then he asked “what you want now teja ?”i said . . . . . . Swammyji. . . . What r u . . . . . Asking?” he said “i want you do you want me teja ” and I said ” I want you swamyji. . . . . ! Take me . . . . . . . ” and he slowly insert his thick fingers into me and I yelp ” ouch . . . . Arrghhhh. . . Hhmhmmmmmm. . . . . . . More . . . More . . . . I want more swamyji take me” I am already ‘flooded’ with ‘honey’ and he kept playing in. . 3:01:11 P.M.As the time drags on like cold motor oil flowing uphill backward on a frigid New Hampshire winter day, I find it impossible to concentrate. My mind is in overdrive, but not on work. Across the little cubicle, through a window high in the wall, I can get a partial glimpse of the outdoors, but only if I lean in the desk chair at just the right angle. A cold wind is blowing from the east, off the Gulf of Maine and across Portsmouth Harbor; driving sheets of rain to beat incessantly. She was still bent over, still clutching her stomach. Her face was puffy, her right eye was starting to blacken. There was some blood that had come from her nose. That nose didn't look quite right.Mary was sitting on the edge of the bed. She'd worked Sara's head into her lap and was gently stroking her hair. Dino had jumped on the bed and was lying on the other side of Sara. He had his eyes on her, his chin resting on his paws, his ears alert."I'll be right back."I went into the kitchen and.