He releases me and lets out a high pitched squeal. I draw the two knives from my waist band and drag them across his throat with enough force to split...his neck in half.I get spurted with blood, again. His body drops to the ground, dead. I can not say I feel any remorse as I was taught not to leave an enemy behind."Yuck!" I cry out as the blood hits me in the face. I turn my head to avoid any more. "Now I really need a bath." I spit some out and wipe the rest off with my Cyborg hand. "Why does. She was also oneof the few girls I had ever met that loved giving oral, never having tobe begged or coached, instead initiating and even at times not expectingreciprocation.When I woke up on Saturday, breakfast was ready and she never brought upthe subject. That was fine by me as I wasn't pushing it as we had plansthat day, so all went without issue. On Sundays I would either go homeand watch football with my buddies, or at times stay and we'd watchtogether. That morning she wanted to go to. Never had been. At first, because the beastly races surrounding the Poles were not fit to mingle with, let alone serve the Lord God. As ties had grown closer between those Kikker living near the Poles, however, His Grace had gone the extra step of forbidding it. Something about a bad history of such practices. As Felek watched his friend, he was startled to see embarrassment at his words. Issa bowed his head, hands clenched together by his waist. Felek reached out, clasping his shoulder."Hey.. Phir meine coffee banayi aur unko di.Woh thodi bahot khul k baat karne lagi thi.Woh 2 bachho ki maa thi magar koi use dekh k bol nahi sakta the unhone rebook ka track and tee paheni thi bilkul 22 saal ki lag rahi thi.Unhone mujhse mere gharwalo k baare mein pucha to meeine bataya yaha koi nahi hai sab mumbai mein hai mein yaha akela hoon aur ahmedabad ki factory pe dhyaan deta hoon.Woh sab kuch dil laga kar sun rahi thi tab unhone pucha k tab to yaha roz jalse hote honge na.Meine bola woh kaise.