.Pitaji- kitne bade bade hain ye tumhare stan..Main- aap he k hai..Sara dudh pee jayiyePitaji- hmm…Aur pitaji unhe dabane aur chusne lge..Main- sssh...hhhh!!!!! Sssssss!!!Thodi der k bad pitaji ne meri panty utar k phenk di aur meri chut ko sehlane lge aur kene lage aaj pure 13 saal k baad koi chut dekhi hai.Aaj to beti tujhe khub chodunga..Kehkar wo meri chut ko lage chatne..Meri to pure badan me aag si lag gayi thi..Mujhe maano swargka sukh mil raha tha…Main- chatiye aur chatiye…Sssss aaah hmmm. We'll have to walk him out and he's gotta look a little decent." I said pointing the gun to Justin.Justin just looked so shocked and mortified. He stood there in his boxers and T-shirt looking a bit stoned."Hey Christy, go check if Justin has any more weed in that room. We're kidnapping him so we're gonna celebrate with a bang!" I said excitedly.Christina went in the room as well and I just stood out there holding the gun to Justin. I felt so wicked and so powerful at that moment. He couldn't. "Jake! My son! I'm glad you're here!" His voice was barely audible.Jake sat next to his father and held his hand. "I am here and so is mom. We'll be here for you." I love you Jake. I might go this time."Jake felt tears almost swelling from his eyes. "No don't say that."Tom squeezed Jake's hand. "If I go, just promise to take care of your mother. She's going to need someone to care for her."Jake nodded. "I promise dad."Tom looked over at Sara who stood by Jake's side sobbing. "Sara? I love you. He sniffed it, but couldn't detect a smell.Major Darius Rashida looked up, and saw words etched in stone. The top word, on a single line, said, 'Pray' in Arabic. He could tell that the stones had been freshly etched. The coloring of the stone in the etches was different than the surrounding stone.He sneezed.He couldn't figure out how the stone could have fresh etching, done in the middle of a battle. Who could do it? How could they do it? Why would they do it?The lines following the admonition.