I have changed the name of my friend, for if he reads this, he will break my bones, though his mothers name is the same.It was in 2006, my classmate R...jpal, Panjabi Hindu, lived just two lanes away from my house in a one room apartment. His father was a sales rep. And was constantly traveling, at least 20/25days a month. So most of the times, Rajpal and his mother were the only occupants of their small house. I was a frequent visitor to their house and was welcome at all times. Rajpal was a. She figured something was up and she even gave me an amused look as I was busy fussing over the final details under her watchful eyes. Yup that’s right, she was so interested that she had both eyes open for a change. I guess it got boring after a while though since she yawned and went back to sleep, curling her tail around her body like only a cat could. I didn’t truly understand why I even took such efforts to prepare everything, I had made it clear a week ago that I had no interest in an. Miriam just collapsed on the ground due to the loss of blood to her legs. The two black youngsters picked her back up by her upper arms as lightening bolts of pain shot up and down her arms and shoulders. She couldn't scream as the tape was still covering her mouth but she let out a God-awful moan as the beautiful blonde woman writhed in agony.Her captors half-carried, half-dragged her into the filthy house. There were other black men already in what might have passed for a den for a previous. “Kids are in bed. My parents are in their room watching TV. Time to get lucky. Fingers crossed.”She was wearing a leopard print chemise with black lace trim. It was sexy in a playful, wholesome kind of way. It was mom lingerie. “Will you think of me?” I asked.“Of course,” she responded. She sent another pic with her gown pulled to the side and her left breast exposed. She was lying in bed and waiting for her husband to come in.“How will I know?” “You’ll just have to trust me,” she.