She mused to no one in particular that they mused have been transporting the rich soil from down in the valley for hundreds of years to make such a lu...urious garden.She was greeted by a huge monk in brown robes and sandals that exposed his well-manicured toenails. Mikko keep her eyes down which was not unusual but on this occasion she continued to keep them down because she instinctively felt the monk could see inside her with his piercing eyes and read the foolishness and sometimes naughty. I did not cry then, or ever, about the break up. Cruel cuts were an old enemy. I knew how to hold the edges together til scar tissue formed. Oddly, it made things easier at the shelter and legal aid center. No one knew Veronica, but they knew her tactics. If you read Othello, the only person that believes Desdemona was unfaithful is her husband. I was the only one that thought Roni had deep feelings for me. All the people I worked with considered her a manipulative bitch. Maybe Roni’s abrupt. Bhabhi-aaaye…Aap agar na aate to main to kunwari hi mar jati.Bahut mast chudte ho…Apni bhabhi ki chut maar kr dever ka farz nibhao…Ooo…Meri…Aaaah… Oooohhh..Aaaah.. Mere boob ko pakad kr chut lo…Aaaahh…Chudne mein bahut maza hai….Maine ab uske jhoomte huye boob pakad kr shot marne lga.Har shot pr boob aage-pichhe ho rahe the.Jab reena k pichhe shot marta to wo bhi kuchh aage ho jati.Mere lund ko khoob maza aane lga.Uske mast chutad se takra kr mere janghe mast ho gai.Main shot marta to fat fat. ‘I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s!’ ‘I didn’t mean to say you did, but rather that I’m concerned.’ Leslie was angry now. Ambien and whiskey were effecting her judgment. ‘Save it! I don’t need it or your pity!’ She absently tossed the small box into her house. ‘I’m fine and can take care of myself!’ She prodded his chest with a long finger. ‘Good day!’ Leslie made a motion to grab the door to slam it but missed. Her entire body went out from under her as her head met the cold tile.