He also held a notepad underneath the folder. She looked him up and down. He had dark black hair that was gelled back, a hooked nose, and dark eyes. H... pulled a pen from his inside jacket pocket and wrote something in the folder.“Angel Price, is that a nickname?”Angel didn't respond.He glanced up at her momentarily, then back to the folder, “loitering with intent to solicit. No prior charges. No photo identification present.”He glanced up at her again, “Angel, what's your birthdate?”She stayed. Mar jata hai to mummy ko batao kya to usne kaha nai pls i m sorry ab mai dhyan rakhungi to maine kaha aur tum bataogi kisi ko to usne kaha nai to maine kaha thik hai ab mere chunni ka dard nikalo aur maine apna pant uttar diya aur apni underwear ke upar uska haath le gaya to usne kaha ye to bohot garam hai maine kaha chot lagi hai to garam to hoga naa ab jaldi se isse apne muha me lo aur thanda karo usne kaha matlab maine kaha apni thook laga kar iski malish karni padegi magar iski malish. M., Monday, June 22, 2015Just Outside Honolulu, HIPaul Macon, not quite one month past nine years old, was suited up. There were leaves sticking out of his cap, and he held in one hand a small bush with which to cover up, hopefully blending into the lush Hawaiian foliage. His mission: to find where the owner of this property threw his trash away, search said trash, and return to the stream with anything useful. Also, don’t get caught.Using the common Hawaiian system of navigation in which one. Heplaced his hand on my head, telling me that i did well to kneel like that soquickly for him, to which i had to restrain myself to keep from spitting athim.He adjusted the lighting, and the angle of the web cam, then smiled. i knewright then that my Master had either recognized me, or He had been told whowas kneeling there. The computer and web cam were state-of-the-art technology,so i knew my Master was able to hear everything as well as see it, and thatwhatever my Master typed, the speaker.