Sam ko didi sadi ka joda phane tyar khadi thi me bajar se mangalsutra le aya aur phir mene didi ko kha chalo sath phere lele mene aag jalai aur didi k... sath phre liye aur didi ki mang me mere naam ka sindur bhara aur mangalsutra pharaya. Didi bhut khus lag rahi thi phir ham don one khan khaya aur mene didi se kha didi to unhone kha akele me tu muje aap nhi khoge aur didi bhi nahi khoge tum muje kavita janu khoge mene kha I love you kavita janu.Phir didi kamre me chale gye jha mene suhag rat ki. I sincerely hope so.Next I GPS’d myself to the area known among a certain in-crowd as the Chicken Stroll. East of Dallas. Sort of a dreary mashup of decaying urban, unsuccessful industrial / warehouse low-rises, and some faded rural dreams. I got out and blinked in the morning sun. June temp already in the 90s and heading north.I walked, poking my head into a storage facility that smelled of sweat and surrender. Some daytime businesses were hanging on - a gas station, corner bodegas, payday. He hadn’t seen a tension saw in years. As if he was sharing some valuable piece of information, he added, “You know, they do make saws that are powered by a motor.”“I know. I own a power saw that would make short work of this,” Jack answered with a laugh. Looking down at the plywood, he said, “I want to take my time doing this.”Their conversation was interrupted when Lisa came out with a can of coke. Holding it out to him, she said, “Dad, I saw you were working out here and thought you might. “Will down below be neatly trimmed, I wonder?”Jyn wailed in abject despair as her nimble fingers loosened the top of her pants. Down her slim bare legs the pants slid, to be kicked away by her foot.Jyn Erso now stood standing in just her black bra and panties. She was shaking and blushing with a mixture of embarrassment and anger.“I will KILL you for this!” she managed to say.“Empty threat,” was the retort.For what seemed like an age there was silence. Jyn knew that she was been leered at. She.