Maine kaha to phir Sir abb kya karenge. Tab unhone kaha agar tumhe koi aitraaz naa ho, Kya tumhari behen hamare liye iss project ki model banegi. Main... kaha lekin Sir Kajal ne kabhi modeling mi nehi hai, kya wo kar payegi? Tab unhone kaha iski chinta tum mat karo. Wo main dekh lunga. Tum bas apni behen ko razi karao. Shaam ko main jab ghar lauta tab Kajal T.V dekh rehi thi. Main bhi fresh ho kar uski bagal me baith gaya. Aur sochne laga kya karoon. Kajal ne mujhe dekh kar kaha kya hua bhaiya. About 8:30, Jeanine (who always arranged to be the odd player sitting out), quietly went down towards the washroom. The card playing continued without her, but during any hush in the raucous conversations, the clickety-click of my exercise bike echoed up though an old air grille in the corner of the dinning room. We listened intently during each lull and as the room grew quieter, unmistakably lewd squishy sound and the pants of impassioned breathing came from below. Poor Doug! After about. Tampingdown on my rising panic, I quickly assessed his condition. The bleedingwas likely the result of a scalp laceration, though I couldn't rule outconcussion. The fact that he could move his head, even slightly, whileunconscious, indicated that there might not necessarily be spinaltrauma, but that couldn't be ruled out just yet. A quick look inside thecar didn't show any other obvious signs of trauma but that didn't meanthere couldn't have been a closed or compound fracture. In a. " Toby just stared at me for a moment, his eyes wide open in amazed disbelief, then he realized that I was teasing him and started chuckling. Through the rest of dinner, Toby and I talked while we ate. It was rather strange. Even though we'd eaten lunch and even dinner together lots of times before, this time was different somehow. Not just because I looked different, though that definitely played a large part, but there was also the fact that I was the one who made the meal. I don't know.