Mubarak – Tum naha kyon liya?Main – Itna to kara abhi aur kitna?Mubarak – Jaan aaj to poora din main tujhe chodoonga.Main – 1 bajj raha hai. 3...baje tak meri mummy ajaengi wapas. Kal karenge ab.Mubarak – Are yaar, acha mera lund to chooske saaf karde.Maine usse naughty wali smile di aur jake uske aage ghutno pe baith gaya. Uska soya lunda hath main liya aur choosne laga. 10-minute lund choosa maine kyonki mujhe maza araha tha.Par sala bhadwa mere mooh main hi jhad gaya aur fir mera mooh band. Maybe just enough, and it might be worth a sacrifice, anyway.“Report, Jones.”Jones stood up.“Goddam n...”Ed interrupted.“Fuck that shit, Jones. We know what they are. No need to repeat. Tell us about the flag.”“I was there for two hours. It was awesome. The guards were there but they couldn’t do shit about me, you know?”Jones took a long swig of his beer, swallowed, and slammed the can down.“Fuck ‘em all. Fuck ‘em.”Ed stood up.“OK, Jones. We get the picture. Good job. Put the flag away.”Ed. Selfishly, I wanted him to live because I needed him to help me survive the winter. Obviously, my concern was the first time Jake needed to make a bowel movement, but I had another twenty-four hours to prepare, and by then the wound was improving. There was just the one bed in the house and I needed to get some sleep after treating him for 36 hours straight, so I shared the bed with him. Every day became easier and easier as his wound slowly healed, but after three days he started eating solid. I feel good saying it. I get an erection thinking about it. As I strip off my clothes this evening, I gaze into the mirror seeing a whole healthy body. There is a tinge of fear, but fuck that feeling. I am ready. I barely sleep this evening and soon the warm sun shines into my eyes. It is now Saturday. By midnight, I will be dead. I did not eat last night and will only drink water today. I have some anti-nausea pills and will take my percs and ecstasy at around 5pm. I spent the day looking at.