Thane darwaja lavun ghetla hota pan light chalu aslyane me khidkitun sagle baghu shakat hoto..Tyane tila hug kele .To phakt petikot var hoti.Aani to n...ght pant made ..Tyacha lund full tight zala hota..Tyacha samor mazi aai lahan vat hoti ..To 6 feet anni mazi aai 5.3 inch..Tyacha lund aaichya potala lagat hota..Aai kahich bolat navati..Tichi nazar tyacha lund made hoti tyane the baghitale aani tyachi pant kadhli ..Aani tyavha lund rocket sarkha tight zala hota ..Aai the baghun lajali pan kahich. Pedro also noted that the San Fernando was tied up near the mouth of the Tagus River as were the two ships that Pedro had sent in the company of Captain Barceló back to Lisbon. He was happy to see that. He was however curious about the fact that a second Spanish royal galley was tied up opposite the San Fernando. It made Pedro pause and wonder what had happened in Lisbon over the last few days. Concern crossed his face as he pondered that question.Don Diego de Montoya had talked. Pedro had. I pressed my back against the cold, brick siding of the building as I sighed heavily and leaned my head back. It wasn't even five minutes later when I heard her voice."You alright?" she questioned. I pulled the back of my head off the wall and slowly met my eyes with hers. They were two dark orbs that twinkled against the soft, yellow glow of the street lamp. "I'm fine," my voice rasped. "Are you sure? Lily said that you rushed out of there," she continued. "I'm fine, Jules," I faked annoyance,. I had been with Dave for around eighteen months. By now I had got used to what Dave's "going out" amounted to. It was me being offered to his friends and acquaintances in lieu of debts or to gain favours. It was a cloudless day in mid June, Dave had informed me the night before that he wanted me to play truant the next day and he'd pick me up at the bus-stop at 8.30. So there I was dressed in my blazer, grey skirt, shirt and tie with knee- high white socks and black patent leather shoes. Dave.