Like an itch you can not scratch, At least not publicly, Not wishing to look but wanted to see, Her youthful beauty staring at me. The phantom was gig...ling with glee. I looked sheepishly from my book, To her sensual long fingered hands, Not a ring she wore left or right, And thought what kind of man am I, Wondering if she was tight or just right. A cup of brew was brought to me, Steaming hot latte, light and tasty, A puzzled look I gave the cook, “From the lovely young lady,” His replied on. We also didn't understand how this project was going ahead so quickly. Usually years were taken before the first piece was fabricated.With a considerable amount of effort we could camouflage our two domes. Our mining activities would be seen but it would take no more than just a glance to recognise the changes. We had harvested the regolith so that our efforts looked like what would normally be seen on the moon. Now they would see the crater walls much lower and the bottoms of the same craters. Ladki thak ke niche girne hi wali thi ladke ne usse fir uthaya aur andar le gaya. Andar table pe dono ki coffee thandi rakhi thi. Ladke ne ladki ko sofe pe bithaya aur bola “coffee toh thandi ho chuki maza nahin aayega pine mein …Lekin … ” ladki ke saamne niche baitha .. Uske paanv alag karke chut pe muh rakh diya aur usse coffee ko chut pe girane ko kaha aur pii gaya. Chut chaat ke saaf ki fir ladki ko pakad ke niche bitha liya. “tumhari baari” kehke usse muh kholne ko kaha uski jeeb pe lund. She wasn't tired really, just bored. The night-shiftdispatcher job wasn't the most thrilling and often she found herselfgrowing bored and lonely. She pushed herself away from her desk, knowingthere would probably be little if any calls for her to deal with. The hourwas late and it was highly unlikely that either she, Jake, or Kerry wouldhave to make any emergency deliveries to the area hospitals and nursinghomes. The job of a medical courier was not something to write home aboutand brag, but.