Once she knew the facts of something, she could always see the argument, the best path through the bullshit and into the heart of the matter. It was w...y she'd studied the law, why she'd fallen in love with its language and spirit. It felt good to work that muscle, and she lost herself for a while in her thinking. She noticed Brody over her shoulder and wondered how long he'd been standing there, watching her. "Yes?" she asked, annoyed at the intrusion into her space. She closed the folders.. So days passed and Monday arrived, and a call on Neetu number on 8AM. She seemed terrified with the call and as expected it was the manager of the hotel. She told him roughly that she was not coming at any condition. I was sitting in the backyard in a chair, in night dress itself.Fifteen minutes later she got another call and she nearly had a large fight over the phone. Five minutes later I got a call on my fake number; it was the manager who started to insist me to book another fresh. Ah.. Pee. jao. Ise.”mom, ki is masti ko dekh kar mai bhi josh me aa gaya aur choot ki phanko par kaat kaat kar unhe chosna shuru kiya to wo pagal ho uthi. Chut ki darar main beech-beech main kabhi jibh chalata to kabhi rokkar sath sath mai anguli bhi phansa deta to masti main buri tarah baichain si ho uthti thee wo apni.ChUt ko uchhaal uchhal kar mere mun’h par dabaate hue choot chuswaane par utar aayee thee. “ue..aie.. naheen.. ee. main.. naheen.. aaye.e.. ye. kya.. aaiii.. mar… jaaunnggiii. I had a pretty good idea if the rock-hard bulge I felt against my back was any sort of indicator. Just then we heard a sound from the back entrance of the barn. Someone was coming in. I looked to Tripp who quickly grabbed me by the hand and shoved me in one of the empty stalls. I realized it wouldn’t look good if we were seen alone together in the stables. It would be quite obvious what we were up to, so I crouched down in the corner of the stall and waited. ‘Tripp?’ a man called out from.