Theyknow we have suf-ficient technology to detect what they are doing andyet they disrespect us by doing it anyway." What do you suggest, Mr. Kendall?... one of the other ten members of theGuardian Council asked him, his accent unmistakably French. The councilhad still not replaced Tritt, husband of Seren, since the tragicincident during their last contact with the Sisterhood."I suggest we do something about it instead of studying ancient relicsin the hope that they give us some insight. I say. "Do you want to go to dinner sometime this week?" he asked when we were out of earshot of most people"I'd love to," I said. "What did you have in mind?" Well, there's a movie playing in town, or we could go to a dance." How about the movie on Tuesday, and the dance on Thursday?" Good, because there's a party this weekend I wanted to take you to." A party?" Like at your grandmother's." I'd love to go. I had so much fun, especially after we hooked up." Well, that sort of thing is supposed to be. .Ab woh ruka aur usne meri biwi ko bola….Kyun kabhi african lauda dekha hai tumne…..Itna lamba aur mota lauda kabhi haath lagaya hai tumne….Biwi : nahin itna lamba hai tumhar lagta hai ki saand ka lauda hai….Sirf xxx mein dekha hai aisa lauda maine aur mere husband ne…Accha yeh tumhara husband hai…..Delh kaise lauda khada hai tere pati ka…Isko tere haath kisi kale african laude per dekhne pasand hain kya…..Yeh muth maarta hai kya tujhe kala lauda hilate hue soch ker….Biwi : haan inko bahut. That was until I glanced across the street andspied a huddled figure on my favorite park bench. Fearing it was Mabel, I hurried across the wetpavement, getting doused unmercifully by several carsas they raced through the puddles. Approaching thehuddled figure, I paused when I noted the leg humperwas nowhere in site. That is when Anna turned to faceme with such overwhelming sadness written on her facethat me knees almost buckled. Recovering quickly, I ranto her and swept her tiny figure into my.