Baat kuch 15 din pahle ki hai. Mera ek cousin hai. Uska naam avi h. Or usko pata nhi kese mere gangbang ke baare me pta chal gya.Ek din wo ghar par aa...a tab ghar par koi nhi tha to usne mujhe bola. Soumya tum bhot maje lene lagi ho aaj kal. Mujhe samajh nhi aaya. Fir usne mujhe puri baat batai ki usko mere gangbang ke baare me pata chal gaya h.Or wo ghar par sabko bata dega. Mene bola please mat batana. Tum jo kahoge mai karungi. To bola thik h tumhe ek kaam karna hoga. Wo bola ki tumhe ek din. A piece oflarma fruit smashed against the bars, covering me with its juice. Thefree women standing in the street looked at us disgusted. They all worevails and robes that covered their entire bodies. I could see theireyes glaring at us, burning holes in our souls. I'm sure they wouldfeel differently if they were here instead of us. Men cheered and manypoked as us with sticks as we passed. The mounted guards would pushthem back but they would continue to poke and prod at us, smacking thesticks. Mun kahili kholai de blouse.sethu se mo blouse kholi dela aau bra ku bi.mo 36 size ra ball di ta bahari padila se taku dhari dhhire dhire chipila.mun kahili are jor re chipi jemiti se film re hauchhi.se kahila hau chippuchi randi.mun kahili sabash chip jor re chip.sete belaku ta banda pura hard hei asilani.se kahila randi sadhi ta achhi ta hairan hauchhi.mun kahili hau sadhi kan sabu kholi deaau khali kan randi kahuchhu free re kaha randi bedha besya jete gali janichhu. se kahila hau lo bedha. She worked steadily and methodically extracting each piece of paper or book in turn; reading and identifying; retaining or discarding according to importance until finally she reached the bottom of the trunk to find a finely bound journal. She opened the cover and her heart gave a jump when she read inside the front cover the first words of fine cursive script:" Janice Beauregard and this is my story - 1824"She caught her breath and muttered an 'Oh my God' recognising that the person who had.