I: hiShe: helloI: aap daily jogging krte ho isliye apka figure itna maintained h.She: hmmmI: apko baat krna psnd ni h kya? Reply ni krte?She: mene kha...tha mjhe frnd bnana psnd ni hI: but mene to apko frnd bna liyaShe: acha ji.Hmne thodi baate ki or vo chli gyi. 4-5 aise hi chlta rha and dheere dheere vo bi mere se comfortable hone lgi, ab hum daily jog pr milte or baat krte, but ab tk sb normal tha. Ab mene socha ki ab kch krna chahiye. Me unke ghr gya.I: hello bhabhi, kaise ho.She: hello, aao. Guess who gets the blame ... Wrong ... nope not RA ... Wrong ... Not the house girl that was fucking him to death ... Yup ... Wanzor ... because she said so. Since she said so ... and he was in 'perfect' health (just ask RA's priests.) she must have done something to make him dead.You will note ... no one said she killed him ... No, make him dead, they said. The difference is infinitesimal ... like murder in the first degree and murder in the second. No matter how they died ... someone is. As they got closer they could hear the sound of fighting. They slowed down out of caution and were readying themselves for possible attack. Just as they reached the entrance to the Inn a man flew out through the breaking door and slammed into Keal almost knocking him down.Gada helped keep Keal from being knocked down as Kay-Lor and Malak caught the flying man as he bounced off of Keal.A bugbear standing over 7' carrying a 4' long stalagmite as a club walked out the door saying "Where is the. “Though ... we should probably make sure.” She turned to me.“Aaron, sniff her fingers please.”“Yes, Ma’am.” Hardly one of my least pleasant tasks. Amelia stuck her hand out and I held it by the wrist. I leaned over and inhaled deeply. Her scent was strong and intoxicating. “Yep, I’m sure,” I commented.“Hmmm...” Jess said, finger on her chin. “I’m still not convinced. Taste them, too.”Everyone watched as I took Amelia’s index and middle fingers into my mouth. Yep, I could taste her juices as.