Wohto 11 bje tk hisojate hain unse kiya hoga tum unki fikr nhi kro unhe koi problem nhi mai rozhi use krti hon or baby k liye hi dr k pass gae thi.Mai...ohh koi problemhai kiya..?Rani:nhi kch nhi choro tum sojao kl baat krte hain..Uske baad hmlog kch din isi tarahbaat krte rahe ..Usne kaha sach me yar boht ghumne ka mann krta hai but ye kahin jate hi nhi…Phir hmlogon seek movie ka plan banaya..Or woh agae…Uff black dress mekiya lag rahi thi woh kiya bataon…Mera to land khada hoagaya..Maine corner. Ken had asked once if he could help, but his Priestess just glared at him, so he left the store and sat down on a bench. He was uneasy, but couldn't pinpoint why, although he was sure that it had nothing to do with Tina's current mood. Just then she emerged from the store."Can we go now?" she asked."You didn't find what you were looking for?" asked Ken."No." Is there another store you want to go to?" No." Okay," he said with a shrug.They walked out into the parking garage and Ken's uneasiness. “That was only the first stroke Mademoiselle!” Michelle thought to herself amusedly. “You have another ninety nine to face!”Hanna lifted the cane away from the point of the first stroke; the white indentation in the flash caused by the cane already turning scarlet and beginning to swell. Yvette was breathing heavily in the wake of the first searing pain. Behind her spectators were craning their necks or shuffling their positions to afford themselves a better view of the first angry red stripe. ..”“I’m busting! Now get on your knees.”Pierre could see that Angelique was uncomfortable. She was hopping from one foot to the other. Her hand reached out to grab his jacket as she pulled him into the wet room.Pierre was about to protest. After all, he was wearing his best and most expensive suit. “Let me just change first...”Angelique shook her head and pouted. “Not this time. On your knees. You have made me wait ten minutes too long.”Pierre knelt before Angelique and raised his face.