All this took place while I was under guard, as the DOJ was convinced I was still in danger due to the circumstances of the last attack. The one gunma... who lived told an insane tale of the mafia oath of omerta, the vow of silence-unto-death, and that the mob would continue to pursue my death sentence. It was so beyond the pale of reality that I mostly blew it off, and encouraged everyone else to blow it off, too.Still, the Judge and the Secretary had their own agenda, and insisted on keeping me. Chuki humare gaon ke sabhi log yahi jante hai ki main bohut sarif ladki hoon. Ye hi baat meri jawani ki dusman bani hui hai. Isi ke chalte gaon ke kisi ladke ko line nahi de paati. Naa hi koi line marta hai.Sab yahi sochte honge ki ye nahi pategi. Kabhi kabhi bohut gussa bhi aata tha. Bhagwan se yahi manati thi ki koi lund ka jogaad karwa de. Par woh bhi nirdai hai jaldi sunta nahi. Humara khet gaon se bahar tha aur main wahi hagne jaati thi. Humare ghar mein bhi toilet hai par mummy aur main. Sandra gave a little squeak.“Fuck that’s nice…” I now knelt down in front of her and planted a kiss on her tummy before reaching to the side of her skirt and, with Sandra’s assistance, undoing it. It fell to the floor with a soft rustle and Sandra stepped out of it. To my astonishment she was wearing no knickers and I gazed at the soft fuzz of her pubic hair which is now only inches from my face. I gently ran my fingers through it and Sandra eased her legs apart as I slid my middle finger. “We never expected ... she should ... well, life, ya know.”“Creeps up on ya, and suddenly you’re asking ... you want fries with that,” Jim said.“I shoulda paid attention to the future,” she said.From the passenger seat, I said, “Should’a ... Would’a ... Could’a ... regrets, wishes and missed chances ... We pay no attention to the past and persist in making the same mistakes our parents did ... it’s all a part of life.”“It is that ... she’s my age ... I, at least, have a job.”“She.