Usnephirse jor ka dhakaa mara ooooooooooooooohh ab tojarur meri gaand phat gayee. Sale nikal do meri gaand phat gayee. Teri maai ki saala nikal mai jo... jorse samir ko gaali dene laga. Gaand me pura dard ho raha tha. Lekin samir pagal ho gaya tha. Usne phir se jorka dhakka mara uske baad our ek ab pura lunnd meri gaand me chala gaya. Muze to rona aa raha tha. Pagal salene meri gaand phad di thi ab jor jor se gaand me lunnd in out karne laga. Kisi pagal kutteki taraha. Mai use gaali deta raha. "We've got to find her," Atlanta was just as afraid as the rest. "I don't know about people in this area except for those who deal with the horses we have to buy." Lets eat something fast and track them down," Ura suggested, handing each two of the remaining plums."We'll eat on the way," Jackson ordered as he dropped to the ground to pick up the trail."Here's her ray gun," Atlanta picked it up. "She has that primitive gun that shoots missiles into others. She's a crack shot with it." I'll lead. Hammers, screwdrivers, drills with bloated batteries that he didn’t dare to handle. These were definitely useful to have, they might help him in his endeavor to repair the heating system. He opened a few more boxes, finding nothing of use to him, then made his way over to the suits. There were six of them on a rack, UNN blue in color. Schaffer recognized them as environment suits, fully contained units with a battery backpack for use in space and extreme conditions. The base staff must have. Doesn't it just feel delicious?" She giggled asshe fussed with the dress and smiled at me looking on with satisfactionat having her way. "No unruly little boys around here anymore. YouTimmy, are going to be my new, sweet little niece!"I gasped and began shaking in nervous fear at what she had done to me."What do I do now?" I asked. She said now that I was 'properly dressed'that I could do anything I wanted. She knew that I couldn't leave thehouse like this and knew that I was now properly.