On Friday night three weeks after the first dance since our divorce, I picked her up and we went to one of the finer restaurants in town. The place fe...tured an old 19th century western saloon/restaurant theme. They had a long swing attached to the ceiling and every so often a pretty girl dressed like a saloon girl would climb up a ladder and swing over the audience for a while. It necessarily involved a lot of leg being exposed and the girl was obviously selected with that in mind.I looked. I. Isne video bhabhi ko bhej di aur us raat unka kaam ho gya ab mai isko kisi na kisi bahane se message karne laga and non veg message bhi bhejne laga ye bhi kisi na kisi bahane se mere se videos lene lagiEk din maine isko bola dekh teri shaadi ho gyi hai and teri friend ki bhi ho gyi hai means meri bhabhi tum log video dekhte ho and fir mazze karte ho meri socho. Isne meri baat kaat di and idhar udhar ki baat karne lagi agle din raat ko maine isko apne lund ki pic bhej di and message karke bola. My friend came with his uncle and introduced him to me and after some time we left for the movie.After a week I got a call from my friend, he told me that his uncle wanted to meet me asap, I Immediately reached their clinic.after reaching there my friend’s uncle guided me to a room and said he wanted to discuss something with me, I followed him and sat on a chair beside a beautiful lady who might be in her 30.For 2-3 min he was silent and started explaining some things about fertility clinics. She tried to turn her mind off, but it was not working.It had only been a few weeks since the incident at the office. But what had scared Courtney more than everything that had happened was the fact that the nightmare truly wasn’t over.Michael wasn’t dead.He had passed out from shock and from blood loss, but the wound wasn’t fatal. Paramedics had found a pulse, revived him, and rushed him to the hospital, where he was able to make a full recovery.The news gave Courtney an overwhelming feeling.