Maine use aapne sabhi friends se milaya.fir sandy ask to sammar!tum shena ke kaun lagte ho sammar bolne hi jaa raha tha ki mai uski sister hu mane fat...sre uske bum me zor se marra maine kaha are hum ache buddies hai and ache neighbours bhi okey bye friend thodi shoping karni hai tumne bolne kyun nahi dia.are behen bolna thoda odd lagta hai we are buddies.Ok water fir humne homeplace me order diya and sab saman samar ke address me bhejne ko kaha mai aur sammar kariban ek mahine se ek sath the ek. Still, at least she was alone, with Greg. Perhaps she could, knowing that it was just the two of them. It would be something, even if it wasn’t flashing, understood as an action observed by a stranger. Using both hands she pulled her skirt up at the back. She did it slowly, comforted by the deafening silence, pleased to be doing something for the husband she’d dragged into an adventure she herself was now having second thoughts about.Once her skirt was up, something gave. It wasn’t so bad after. Six weeks after Marianna and the girls moved in, we had a visit we did not expect. I answered the door bell and saw two dark suited men standing before me.“I’m FBI Special Agent Carlson, and this is Special Agent Swaggert. Are you Nicholas Minter?”“Uh ... yes, Sir. What can I do for you?” I wondered, completely surprised by a visit from the FBI.“We understand Ms. Marianna Alvarez lives here. Is that correct?”“Uh ... yes, she does.” I was getting a bad feeling about this visit.“May we come in?. "Here," he said, smiling. "Read and enjoy."He stood there while I took the magazine from his hand. It wasn't a Playboy, after all. It was the latest copy of Youth Soccer Today, the official magazine of the American High School Soccer Association.I thumbed through it, wondering what was going on. On page ten there was a big article about the YST All-American Team, but I had already heard that there weren't any players on the boy's teams from our state listed."Try page twenty-four," suggested.