Wore a light-coloured dress and continued to get ready. I had to look presentable for a "friend". After all, he was the one who volunteered to help me... Okay. The least I can do is to be an eyecandy for him. Yes, I am bad.At 10am, the movers arrived and started to load my stuff. As I was making a few final arrangements with my old landlord, my phone rang."Hey beautiful, I'm already here." It's Peter. My heart pounded and I got so excited that I hurriedly surrendered the keys to my ex-landlord.. I don’t want to waste time; there is no need of introduction. I am a guy same like you. Which has seen and done some thing which a person can not think of it, so let me tell u real story of my mother and my real uncle I mean my father’ brother. Actually my father use to work in construction company he work whole day and came back in the evening same like me but my uncle work at night so this because my mother and uncle get chance to fuck each other. Ok now I am starting the story in Urdu. I had to go to Deelhi to meet my friend’s grandparents. The journey from Una to Delhi usually lasts for 1 night . I got into the train at 8:30 pm and took my place, which was the middle berth. I looked around here and there to settle off with my luggage and to see if there are any sweet chicks around. I saw each one of them but could not see the face of someone who was sleeping on the top berth covering the face with a bed sheet. All the lights were turned off except for the one right above my. Three shots later and the number of terrorists had been reduced by three.The battle lasted most of the afternoon. It had turned into a sniper’s war; long distance shots at targets that were doing their best not to be seen. Headshots were the order of the day. It was difficult because not one rifle had a scope. Georgia was at a huge disadvantage in terms of numbers, but she was much more patient then those she faced and she was better prepared to hide herself.Georgia had lost track of the.