Morale was noticeably low among the CID-SI. Col. Price was looking over the faces of his men in the conference room. He remembered something his fathe... used to say, “They look sad enough to bring a tear to a glass eye.”He figured he needed to do something about it and quickly. “Okay, fellas, meeting is postponed. Sergeant Thomas, see if we can reserve the rifle range for a couple of hours. I know I feel like shooting something!” The smiles were sudden because, if there was one thing all these. ‘Uh heh… maybe I should have studied my French a bit better…’ She blinks and takes the menu from him and starts to laugh and giggle at the same time looking down the menu which was completely in French only knowing the Escargo, which kind of scared her. The waiter once again came up to them with a pad in one hand and a pen in the other looking down at them, ‘Etes-vous prêts à commander? Que désirez-vous?’ They both blink and look at each other, sighing softly before looking at the menu again. “Hey Jeff, come here, alright?” she said. Of course he thankfully walked towards her. She told him to hold on and gave him her email but not her cell number. He tore off part of the paper and willingly gave her his email but also his cell phone number too. “Oh cool” she told him. She smiled and added “Thanks, I’ll be in touch alright?” At home, he quickly cleaned up his condo. He didn’t like the way it looked so he also hired a cleaning service too. He didn’t really know why but did it anyway.. Sare raste bhar hm baate krte hue ghar pahuch gye. Ghar pahuch kr sbhi ne khana khaya aur phir hm chhat pr chale gye. Hmari chhat kafi badi thi to sbhi apni apni jagah bna lete the aur dur dur bistar laga kr sote the. Pahle to hm sb chhipa chhipai khelte rhe aur usi dauran hm dono ek hi jagah chhip gye. Ek kone me pahle mai aur phir sonam khadi ho gyi. Is position me mera lund uski gand me chipka ja rha tha aur mujhe pahli baar ek ajeeb se feeling aayi jo ki pahle kabhi nhi ayi. Hm dono kafi.