The general public were occassionly allowed to enter by a posted doorman, especially if they happened to be beautiful young women. Marta Jensen was a...tall, stunning, valedictorian Senior at Columbia, when Leeza had just begun her first semester there. One cool October Saturday night they both joined a friendly group of students heading uptown to the clubs. There was a long queue outside Studio 54 but Marta and Leeza, both sleek blondes, were quickly waved in by the doorman. Inside, loud music. Let me demonstrate it.”He focussed the binoculars on the smudge in question, and adjusted it to be sharper. It did look like smoke, but a smaller patch than he expected. He handed the instrument to Numa and told her how to look through the lenses. He had to ask if the image was sharp to her, and if not, how to adjust it to improve.This took a little while, then she had trouble finding the smoke, as she was not pointing the lenses in the perfect direction. Slowly she got the hang of it, and. Eri to kuchh samjh nhi aa rha tha,fir me janbujhkar uske samne se gujra mujhe dekhkar wo or paresan ho gyi.mene use dekha or bola are mam aap yaha kya kar rhi ho to usne bola ki kuchh nhi client se meeting thi.mene bi maje lete hue kaha sahi hai bank ke client se caffe me meeting or use smile dekar waha se chala gya.Sam ko wo aayi or usne mujhe stairs me dekha or kaha ki terrace par aa jao use kuchh bat karni hai.me to khush ho gya or bhag kar terrace par chala gya,usne muje btaya ki wo uska. ZanyiaThe treeman staggered as the light flooded around him. I clutched to his back as a great roaring surged through the air. I gripped on tight and laughed even louder as chunks of the Lodestone rained down from the sky.“That’s what a real man does with a real cock!” I yowled. “Not some wooden mockery, but real flesh and blood!”The treeman roared in maddened rage. My tail swished. I ripped out another chunk of his bark and there it was. I could see the softer wood beneath, that pulpy flesh.