The pot of tea slipped off the edge of the tray and fell to the grass, spilling most of its contents on the back of the woman's soft black cloak. 'How...dare you!' one of her friends hissed and began to dab at the wet spot on the cloak with a white handkerchief. 'Look what you've done, you peasant!' 'I... I'm sorry...' The girl he had actually spilled the tea on turned around to face him, her face distorted in anger and both fists balled tightly. The trim around her cloak designated her as a. Ten minutes later she came and joined me."You okay," she asked. Her voice was—kind.I didn't say anything. I just sipped the coffee and waited for her to say something meaningful. It concerned me that she didn't even think to ask after the kids. This woman was not the woman I had married more than a decade past."Mark, we have to talk," she said."The kids are at my sister's," I said. "Thought you might like to know." What? Oh, yes, I noticed they weren't here when we—I—got home," she said. She. And soon enough, you’ll have my kids’ friends, too.”“This could be a serious problem if the little girl continues to insist to your children that she’s also your daughter.”“I know. Please work with me on this and don’t do anything to hurt the little girl. If you can just keep them apart at lunch, I’ll take care of Jesse and Matthew.”“OK, Mr. Adams. I’m sorry I made a bad assumption.”I chuckled, “How could you not? I have seven kids by four mothers! One more wouldn’t be a surprise, now would. …Madam Naz Replied u silly ..janti ho iss main kitna risk hay…????….Purhai main tu main nikma tha but sex matter main maira mind bara taz kam karta tha. ..so main kuch kuch sumaj geya k whats the matter was going on …main nay then Madam Nida ki whisper suni voh josh say keh rahi thi kuch naheen ho ga yar ……..kuch b naheen ho ga….bus tum haan kar do…..Tum nay os ki shalwar daikhi hay kaisa SHAIR jaisa khara tha os ka…maira tu ji machal geya hay mouth watring tool hay os ka …iss par madam Naz nay.