" Withouthesitation I knelt in front of her and looked up at her. "You do have alittle bit of grace to you, now get up." I stood up. "OK, I'll tell yo...what. You've piqued my curiosity enough that I do think it's amusing ifyou could try and become one of my girls."I burst into tears and said, "I can't thank you enough Angie. I swearI'll be a perfect one of your girls." You haven't heard everything yet. Just pretending you're a girl inorder to play with us is not good enough. For you to be one of. Her father was just under six feet tall and built big. He was really broad and big heavy muscles ran making him look more like a body builder rather than a mild mannered academic and sharp, intelligent entrepreneur that he was. He was extremely handsome. His massive chest was covered with thick growth of hair, which ran onto his belly and became even denser closer to his groin. The hair over his lower belly merged with his pubic hair. Gulnaz saw what she had seen from far as she peeked into her. Both girls were brought up as free spirits and were allowed to question any premise and only accepted reason either for rationality or love.It was a fateful evening, about three years ago, when Taran returned from their long weekend, which was the only bad experience both brothers had. He did drink a few on the way back on their personal plane.Neelima was waiting for him. She was about to turn sixteen in two months' time and showed what she would be when fully grown. She was physically and. Examination of the site made it look like she had actually hit the tree, instead of the Indian. But her bullet had knocked a big splinter of wood from the tree; it was almost certain that the splinter was what had wounded the Indian. If she had been lucky enough to cause a big gash, then she had gotten a lot of return on her investment of that bullet, and the amount of blood on the ground indicated that was what had happened. Furthermore, there was a trail of blood leading from the tree and.