Almost couldn't make it out o' th' door ta come out. I was jus wonderin if ya knew she was 3/4 Cherokee, an 1/4 Choctaw Indian. Ya got yer first squaw...pussy. Grandma's full blood Cherokee. Mine was as good as it gets, and ya live ta talk about it. Pussy that good usually kills ya."Visibly relieved, Francis rolled his eyes, and sighed, smiling. "I didn't know pussy THAT tight existed. I was used ta gittin pussy that ya had ta have a board across yer ass ta keep from fallin' inta it. A LONG. She felt the straps around her face tighten and buckle up behind her head, pulling strands of hair with it.Suddenly, the man released her. Her instincts, both to run and to fall to the floor, were rudely prevented by the rope that hung from the ceiling and bound her wrists. In the dim light she could see the Man in front of her, but his features were blurred and distorted by the well of tears that clouded her vision. Her whole body was crumpled over as her arms flexed unnaturally back and up. I even considered... Yeah. What the heck?After I'd polished off my lunch I went out back and made my way throughthe hanging branches of the weeping willow. The car was tucked under thetrees alongside the garage, wrapped up tightly as though my dad mighthave gone back to it at any time to take it out for a jaunt. He'd boughtit when I was a little girl - second hand - and had always talked aboutdoing it up. Never had of course.I untied the cover and pulled it clear. It was a Morris Minor. . Unhoo nay phir mari baat ruki aur kah is bahat ha tumhara shadi kar looon din raat main tumhara saath hi rahoon gi naa , phir jab koi larki tum ko achi lagi tum us saa b shadi kar lana naa , ahger yahkeen nai ahta tu stamp lik kar dana ko tayar hon ,,main na kaha dheek ha Ahkar kar humar shadi ho gahee main na matirc kar liya tha aur phir fsc ka liya lahor ahna tha main na ghar walon saa kaha main mona ko b saath la jahon ga sub maan ,, mona buhat ki payari chitee gori aur gloo matool see.