I promise you that I will never hurt you, I only want to give you the love and passion that I have been holding back for so long, awaiting this moment...in time when I can openly give you what I have always wanted to, myself, fully. However, I realize that even at eighteen, you are still young, and that does matter very much to me because I don’t want you to be hurt, or afraid of what I wish to show you. I would love to show you what a mature woman has to share, and teach you what it is like to. Quick and to the point. An admirable quality I'm certain you obtained from him." The old man held up a hand to still a question, he knew was in his friend's mind. He also knew there would be others."Quick and to the point." repeated the old man. "It's _your_ Creator, my friend. He has passed on."J. Pennington Pennyworth stared at the old man aghast. "How is that possible? And what did you mean _my_ Creator? Don't we have the same Creator?" It is difficult to explain. But I shall try, even. Mera lund undies me hard ho chuka tha jisne use obviously dekh liya tha tabhi usne kaha ayaz jeans ko or nicha ker lo nahi to jelly me kharab ho jayegi. Mene apnegand ko lete lete hi uthaya to usne meri jeans ghutno tak khench li. Phir usne machine uthaya or mere pey per pherne laga. Or computer me bhi delh raha tha. Usne mugh se kaha ayaz sahi nahi ho rahi thora jelly or lagana paregi or phir usne jelly mere pet per laga ker ahista ahista malni shuru ker di. Uski lumbi lumbi ungliya or mardane. He had to get out of the water. He knew had to be close but the current was so strong. Suddenly he felt it — mud right in front of him. He took a chance and put his feet down so he could push Jack up on the bank. He'd almost made it when a floating mass of prickly pear pads and cholla hit him in his side knocking him and Jack down. Another of the cholla hit him in the face across the bridge of his nose and eye brow. Scott was struggling to get a breath of air from this last knock down when.