I had just wrapped a towel around me when there was a knock on my door. Damn, I thought. Must be having trouble with a cow and need me to come help pu...l a calf. I opened the door expecting to see one of the hands working calving this night. It wasn't. It was Pam, Joanna's daughter. She looked me up and down. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" she asked smiling, her gaze continually moving from my face to the towel wrapped around my waist. "No," I said. "Hold on, give me a minute. I wasn't. Unki shadi ko 7 saal ho chuky hain..aur do he bachy hain bs….hamara age diffrnce bhe zyada nai hai is liye main bhe flrting ka moka jany ni deta tha.. ye bat tb ki hai jb main 2nd year k paperz k baad apny nannehal gya…main jab waha pohncha to sb boht khush hoay kiun k main do saal k baad waha gya tha. main mamo k sath boht frank hoon.hm mily,khana wagaira kha k free hoay he thy k call ai jis ki wja se mamo ko emrgncy main 2 weeks k liye karachi jana par gya..mamo ne jaldi se saman pack kia aur. Several weeks into this dream state I began to become worried. Was I having some kind of nervous breakdown? What was going on with me? Why was I so tired all the time? I know you won't believe this next part of my story, I'm not even sure that I do. But about half way through one night I woke up. I think there was some sort of loud noise outside like a car accident or some kind of explosion, I'll never know for sure. But the noise woke me and my eyes popped opened. There, perched atop me was a. There was a slight limp in one of his legs, his black chest armor was scarred by plasma, and crimson blood was seeping from wounds on his shoulder and forearm. In one hand, he held a tiny knife, its blade wet with Kig-yar blood. In the other, he held the Elite’s plasma rifle, the red glow of its ammo counter indicating that the charge was almost depleted.He had torn through her squad like a Zealot, and how many more before it? Where else could he have obtained the rifle and the plasma grenade?.