I thought Iwas about two seconds away from having my ass kicked by a bunch ofwell-dressed girls or being jerked out of my seat by a teacher andmarched...off for some kind of political re-education or sensitivityclass or something."Amy's kinda into angry girl stuff," the Ashleigh Bodine explained,trying to help me."Like Alanis Morissette," someone else chimed in, and looked at me forconfirmation.I sank lower in my chair, my face clouded. "Yeah. Like AlanisMorissette," I said quietly.The look of. “Em, what’s going on?” Brent asked. It took Emma a few moments to resume her composure.“Oh, God, Brent,” she said, still chuckling. “I had this big seduction planned and I guess I ‘flubbed’ it!”Brent sat down on Emma’s side. Bruiser pulled his snout out to show it coated in white rice. He sneezed and blew grains of rice all over Emma’s stomach and crotch. That caused Emma to burst into laughter all over again.Once Emma calmed down, she stood up and brushed herself off. Bruiser snagged the bits. Nothing. No faded ink, no impression from any typewriter or anything else. Just a pure white piece of paper. But, the paper exists. And the box. And the plastic bag. I'm not losing my mind. I'm not. The cum on the carpet, too. I didn't make that up. I didn't run a marathon in my sleep and burn off all my fat somehow. My alarm startles me and I drop the paper. Shit. It's my warning to start heading to work. Should I call in sick? And then what? Mope around my apartment? No, no. Not that. Work. Maine di ke toe ko chuste-chumte hue uske ghutano aur jaangho se hote hue nitambo ko chattne laga mere muh ka larva di ke pure badan par tha di puri masti me aankhe band kar ke iss foreplay ka maja le rahi thi..phir dheere se maine apne jheebh di ke gand ke ched se hote hue uske rasile choot par firaya to di sitkar uthi uski meethi-meethi awaj pure kamre me gunj rahi thi…phir maine pure teji se di ke gand aur choot ko chatna suru kiya mujhe bahut hi maja aa raha tha..kya rasili aur meethi.