Safed bra or usme se zhankti useki breast. Meri halat thi ki bus. Usne apna t shirt uppar tak utha diya jis se main uski bra ko dhek pa reha tha.Tabhi...jane us kya hua. Or usne t shirt wapis gira diya. Or bathroom se bhar aa kar jane lagi. Main use kha kya hua? Wo boli ho to gya, ye hi to dhekhna tha. Dikha diya. Bus.Tub tak main itna exited ho chukka tha ki apne ko rok nahi saka or apna lund nikal kar rus nikal diya.Agle roz main utha or niche ja kar use dhekha, usne mujse esa behave kiya ki. There’s no sign of a break-in, not even any shots fired-“ “Then how-“ “They were all cut down with a blade of some kind, most likely a sword,” Will cut him off. Dane couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “Now I’m interested,” he rose from his chair and donned his jacket. Will followed as they made their way out the precinct to their car, a black Chevy Impala that Dane absolutely obsessed over. He sauntered over to the driver’s side door but was stopped by Will who twirled the keys. Looking at the dead washer, he said, "I have one of these at the shop ... it runs perfectly but looks awful. I'll have a weeks worth of work swapping parts ... such fun!" He actually rubbed his hands with glee. Not that you could blame the man ... most of the calls about broken washers and other Maytag appliances were fixed by plugging the delinquent appliance's power cord to the wall socket or suggesting that they pay the power bill and have the power turned back on.On Wednesday, all four. It was dark and I could barely make out the shadow of my fantasy woman there in the doorway. "Mind if I come in?" She asked."No. Of course not, Mrs. Krown." I sat up in the bed. All I had on was a pair of underwear. I kept the covers over me as I shimmied up, head rested against the headboard. Mrs. Krown walked over to the bed and sat down beside me. She stroked her hand through my hair and whispered softly to me, "Thank You, David." For what?" I asked inquisitively."For not saying anything.