Visa-versa hone laga…. Phir maine unke pure muh ko chatne laga… Phir niche aane laga dheere dheere… Me ab unka neck chatne laga….. Unke muh me...dhimi dhimi aawaj aane lagi… Unki saase ekdm tej hone lagi….Phir me unke boobs chusne laga blouse ke uper se hi… Maine unki saare nikal di… Ab woh mere samne peticoat aur blouse me thi…. Phir me unka pet chatne laga… Woh hilne lagi… Karvate lene lagi…. Maine phir unka blouse aur peticoat khol diya ab woh meri samne bar aur chadi mee thi… Woh kehne lagi. Next were the pitchers throwing to the runners batting, so they had a chance to bat as well, when they had their turn, they would be switched with one of the fielders, who would go in and try their hand at batting. After my turn at batting, the first I just fouled, the second I caught a lot of, sending it out into the outfield, I made second base before I was stopped by the throw in.When I got back to the plate, Coach Stevens sent me to the bullpen to warm my arm up for some pitching.I was back. I looked back at the rim of the Citadel valley and caught a rhytmic flashing - 'G-O-O-D L-U-C-K' I read. I was tempted to take out my own signal mirror, but our designated signalman was already on the job. The sun no longer reached his truck, but in the shadows between the mountains, the spotlight he used would be readable by watchers on the rim as he acknowledged the message from those who stayed behind.No, we weren't abandoning the Citadel. We had decided that it was far too valuable, both as. She pushed against it but it wouldn't yield. Minature lightning bolts spiraled out through the air from the point where her hand was pressed against the invisible energy wall. "Hello?" Kyla called. "Is anyone there?" An ethereal poked its head into view from outside Kyla's cell. "How are you feeling?" Kyla recoiled, not expecting such an immediate response. The ethereal seemed to study her with concern, but lacking a real face its expressions were hard to understand. It stepped forward, passing.