This was our last semester, and graduation was close now.I had spent as much time as possible over the holidays working on the first story, and was cl...se to finishing it. This last semester was lighter than the previous one, and I anticipated having enough time to finish the story. I had entitled it "Chauncey O'Connell: An Irish Indentured Servant in the Colonies, 1762 to 1770." I had drawn most of the material from the first O'Connell diary, and used a part of the O'Day diaries to add some. You actually thought about driving to my parents place and getting me? I am so glad you didn't. I am not sure how well my dad would have taken that one! But that would have been wild if you did, in a way romantic if you think about it. I can only imagine. Things happen for a reason, it doesn't mean I think its good that we never stayed together. But, if I would not have ended things and moved in I would not have my husband. I would not have my little boy, I would not trade him for the world. I. I was terrified. I had just graduated from a high school that contained less than a thousand students in it’s entirety to a school that boasted fifty thousand students across several large campuses. I was at the main campus and I was suddenly reduced from being one of the most dated of girls to a person that was for all practical purposes, simply invisible. I was not happy, I’m not ugly by any comparison, I’m perhaps a little short, just under five feet tall, my breasts are about average,. Rang lagate hue unki bra do teen bar hatho ko adi. Den maine unko kaha khade ho jao pani girana h bas. Wo ankhe band krke khadi ho gyi and maine chup chap unke pet pe rang laga dia unka kurta upar krke. Wo chillane lagi bas hua bt mai lagata gya and wo apne ko chuttane ke chakkar mei bhagne lagi aur iss beech mera hath unke boobs pe hath chala gya and mauke ka fayda uthake maine waha bhi rang laga dia aur mami mjhe dekhne lagi. bt mai chup chap rang lagate gya.Tabhi mami ne bola ruk tu abhi n.