.aur dono koo ek sathh chut mee andar bahar pumping karnaa unn bahan kee loddoo kee mazbooree thee. Mee ab apnee koo swarag mee samajh rahee thee …d...no ek sur aur lay mee dhakaa lagatee aur ferr woolen circle tak mere chut mee ghus zataa …Mee chila uthtee saloo aur tezee see maroo ..tum dono kee tateey mere fudee mee zanee chaheeyee haraamzadoo…. bhosdee valoo ..dale kee virya see paidaa huee randi bazaar kee kuttoo….Ab dono kee tatey bhee ek sath aakar thappp…thaapp….sadaappp…..aavaz karte... Once again, he had no will of his own."Good," said Hester. "Now it's time to get this done. Follow me."She turned and headed for the front door. Jeff followed, and John fell in behind him. Outside, clad in the same robes and holding flaming torches, the other men of Chapford awaited them. John, Jeff, and Hester each took a spare torch then, in single file, the seven figures entered the park and began walking up the hill towards the flat rock at its top. Once there, they formed a circle around. She had lost my contact info. She lived in another city about 70 miles away. Over the months, she had been visiting different ad agencies, looking for me. I was amazed and flattered she put so much energy into tracking me down. We arraigned to meet at 6:30PM at a nearby lounge. I had a hard-on most of the afternoon thinking about meeting with this woman. Although attractive, she did look like a woman in her seventies. Who knows, maybe she's married and stepping out. I was a clock watcher that. Which was the sadder for Cynthia? Seeing her husband slouched in his chair escaping from his own wife in his damnable business papers? Or the ghostly absence of her children who had once formed so large a part of her life? Whichever, Cynthia was a disturbed woman, and her response was exactly that of her daughters. She wanted to escape this room, to simply get the hell out."Good-bye, Roger."Having broke the silence with that, Cynthia went straight to the hall to get her coat, and in a moment.