Baal bhige hue towel lapet rkha tha dimag kharb ho gya tha vese tho mai gandi nazar se bot tym pehle se hi dekhta hu par ab bda ho gya tha tho hawas b...d gai thi bua ne kha chal tu niche beth mai change karke aati hu par muje unko nanga dekhne ka bot man tha isliye mai khidki ke zra se ched me se unko dekh lga mene dekha bua ne towel khol diya “omg” mait dekh ke pagl sa ho gya tha bua ki choot ek dum pink n boobas itne gore or unka nanga badan dekh kr mai mooth marne lga or unhone black bra. Abigail ran up to him and ignored his feeble efforts to stab her with his knife. She used her bowie knife to cut off his nose and stuffed it into his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but didn't have the strength. Abigail then cut off his cock as close to his body as she could. She rolled him over onto his face, and Abe stood on his shoulders to hold him still while Abigail stuffed the man's cock into his ass hole. Abe rolled the man back onto his back so that he could drown in his own blood. .Then my thoughts cleared. It wasn't about me any more, it had becomeabout Nina and her head being in the right place to go away and do herimpossible job. As much as I wanted to run away with her, to some placewhere nobody could hurt her or take her from me, I could no more do thatthan I could stop her climbing mountains or simply being Nina.So I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. Though a tear or two did runthrough my lashes I didn't scream at her for being such a fucking stupidcow for. Four months had passed since he last felt the welcome of its familiar confines. He observed traces of Sarah’s presence. A mug on the kitchen island. Open magazines on the kitchen table. Her text books on the leather sofa. Her fleece hanging on the hook next to the front door. He buried his nose in the soft jacket. He could smell her. She was here. She was close. He set his backpack down and, a hunter stalking his prey, he silently ascended the stairs. The rush of adrenalized blood in his ears.