’ Laurel laughed halfheartedly, and glanced at Claire, unabashedly showering. Water poured down her body, which was a rich gold, and dripped off of...her dark nipples. It was her Italian half, Laurel guessed, which must also be responsible for the curly patch of chocolate brown hair between her legs, now matted and soaking. Unlike Laurel, Claire didn’t shave. She said it made her feel womanly. That summed up Claire pretty well, actually, reflected Laurel—womanly. Laurel was sometimes jealous of. The greeted Frank, who was lounging in a chair in the staff only break room. Angels nostrils flared as the stench of alcohol, cigarettes, and cheap sex hit her in the face like a brick wall. Frank smirked at her. Careful not to get in trouble, she quickly lowered her head. Looking a pimp in the eyes was a sure way to get beat. He stood, grabbed her by the neck tightly, and tilted her head up, trying to force her to look at him. She returned his force with closed eyes. She knew better than to. , mere pure chehre pr pani aa raha tha isliye me piche sarak k aashish se chipak k khadi ho gayee. Usko pata chala ki me thand lgne ki bajah se kanf rahi hu. To usne bola yaha rukne se achha colege me chalte he or hum colege k ek class room me chale gaye.Muze waha bhi kafi thand lag rahi thi,to aashish ne apni shirt nikal k muze pehnai. But wo shirt bhi gili thi. Wo kuch or mil sakta he kya thand kam krne k liye wo dekne bahar gaya lekin kuch nhi mila.Fir wo wapas aaya or mere pas beth gaya, wo. ” He hesitated a moment before continuing. “Sometimes, when I evaluate a particular path, the future outcomes change. Again, I can’t identify the fallout from each of those. Will it affect anyone else’s future? Will it affect other things that might be beneficial to us or those close to us? I really don’t know, as all I see are the immediate outcomes.“But, when I consider a particular action, I can see how the people respond to that one action. By running through the various options, I can.