Niche vala usaki kakh may muh dal ke usako sung raha tha aur apane othonko usake kakh may ghuma raha tha. Lavanya sab bhul sex ke jaal may phass gayi ...hi . Baba apana lund bahut jor jor se undar bahar kar raha tha.Sab jadibutiya kha ke aaye the toh itani jaldi zhadane vale nahi the. Lavanya bade pyar se lund chus rahi thi jaise ki ganna chuss rahi ho. Ye kaam usane pahale kabhi nahi kiya tha. Dusare chele ne usaki gand may dalana chalu kar diya aur dhire dhire nichese ghusane laga. Baba upar se. The med student finally reached me when she realized that I wasn’t about to attack anyone else. Two more cops had come up at almost the same time. When they saw me bleeding, they called in an ambulance.One of the cops approached me while the med student carefully pulled my shirt off of me, and pressed it against my two new wounds. I hissed at the new pain, but turned to face the cop.“What happened” he demanded.“Six men, looked like Yakuza, attempted kidnapping,” I offered through clenched. Stevens walked into the room and after saying hello and asking the important doctor question, "How are you feeling?", he told me he had an intern who would be working with him for a while. He asked if I was still open to examinations by an intern as long as he was there and I told him that was fine with me.He excused himself and said he would be right back. When he walked into the room I was very surprised to see that this intern was, in fact, the daughter of my next door neighbors. I knew. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and torn, from my belly. My opened belly, my torn, awful belly. Green and brown and stained and stinking. Entrails seeping blood that has long-ago lost its fight to suck in life-giving oxygen. Dark, dead, heavy, greasy mire. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. Barely flesh. The rip that was once my lovely agate jewel destroyed and open to the blade-scraped bone of my pelvis.She shudders. She cannot stop herself from staring. At my.