.. wet, and with sudden intuition, he looked at the flushed face of his fellow student, and blushed as he imagined what she had done with them. “Oh ..... um ... yes ... you can’t return them ... obviously...”Turning back to his stocking activity, he tried to hide his quick sudden arousal, but his flushed face and nervous demeanor practically gave it away to the observant girl.Smiling a bit at his discomfort, satisfied that she had met Jax’s requirement, she asked about the rest of the items. “Um,. Uske bol saf dikhai dene lage the. mera dhan sirf uske bol pe tha.usne bhi notis kiya ki sab mere bol ko gur gur ke dekh rahe he. Fir usne chay muje deke chali gai me chay pine laga soch ne laga ki kese use patahu tabh uski bachi rone lagi sangita ne use dudh pilane ke liye apne blus do batan khol ke bol ko bahar nikal ke dudh pilane lagi who jan buch ke mere sam ne bethi taki me ye sab dekh saku. Me gor se uske bol ko dekh ne laga tha. Sangita ghi muje dekh rahi thi ki mera dhyan kaha he. Fir. But after a short time the experience changed to a more relaxed and codifying one. They were trying to tell me something and I didn’t understand what. As soon as my Uncle opened the door to the pickup the intensity of feeling vaporized but the memory seemed to linger on for the rest of the afternoon with me still not comprehending what they were trying to impart. A day or two later we were at abuilding supply store and another occurrence took place. Now bear in mind that there was no radio. ’He looked and sounded formal in his pin-stripedbusiness suit. He handed her an envelope.‘Mark left this with me. You were to have it after hisdeath.’‘Is it to do with the will?’ she asked, with a little toomuch enthusiasm.‘Open it.’He was making her uncomfortable, staring at her. Sheripped open the envelope, keen to get the legal affairs overwith. As she started to read, her mouth dropped open.Eventually, when she had read the letter twice more, shelooked at Elliott.‘Is this a joke?’‘No joke..