I’m Suresh and I’m from Delhi me B tech 2nd year me hu meri height 6 feet h or me regular gym krta hu jisse meri body kafi acchi h ab me apka jyad... waqt barbaad nhi karungaso lets move to the story ye story 4Mahine pehle ki h jab me apne gaon gya tha saal baad gaon jane pe mujhe kafi acha lag rha tha waha bohot barish ho rhi thi me us waqt apni mausi k waha gya hua tha waha pe meri mausi mausa,meri sis or ek or ladki thi jiska Naam mamta tha pyar se use momi khte the wo bohot khubsurat thi jab. Betty fixed a belt around my chest just under my breasts. Jack slid the plate around the pipe from my mouth and locked it in place. Betty attached the chains to the harness. A cable from the ceiling was attached to the rings. Betty pressed a button on the remote control in her hand and the motor took up the slack in the cable and I started to lift off the floor still attached to the post. Jack undid the straps holding me to the trolley and I hung free in the middle of the room as I was. David Grant knew at that moment that he was going to die, so he spat in the young punk's face. "Go to Hell you rotten little bastard!", he hissed."Old man, you gonna be a long time dying!" And as he put the gag back in Dave's mouth he drew a long, deep cut into the side of his face. The first of many such cuts to come!As all of this was going on, Ray was at Maggie's house with the others planning the party."I tell ya, every party has gotta have a theme!", Vince suggested. "We all dress up like. The way for you to act, is how you act. We are all playing this by ear! If there's some great big program we're all supposed to be following, I didn't get a copy. (Move your leg a little dear ... That's good.)"I never thought of it like that before (Mmm, Like that!). I guess you're right, this is all new. Especially what were doing." That parts not new; Daisy, Sappho wrote those poems in 600 BC. (Like this?) What I mean is that we are free to act any way we choose to. It's just social pressure.