Or maybe she was indeed touching them all, as she opened her eyes again Katja realized her right hand was gripping her buttcheeks while the left was t...ying to open the belt, failing at first and only succeeding with the help of her right.With a sigh of relief Katja finally realized the long day in the wastelands was truly over, and then with a broad grin on her face she got up to undress herself, slowly at first but quickly unable to muster the patience for a little self-striptease and. “Anyway kids, to introduce myself, I am Prashant and this is my wife, Lata,” he said, as she handed us the coffee.And Roja suddenly interjected, “I am Roja and this is my husband, Shahid.”“You’ve got a real lottery their kid, she’s beautiful,” he said.“Thanks, sir,” I said, confused at why Roja said that. I called Roja apart for a moment and asked,” why did you say we are married?”She said, “I thought it would have been very weird to tell them that you are my step-son, I am sorry.”“What are you. What's yours? Would you like something to eat or drink? Sit and talk? Watch a movie, maybe?"She grabbed my wrist and slapped the packets of rubbers into my hand, then stared up at me with a blank expression. So, okay, I can take a hint after it's been pounded into me by a 20-ton steam hammer.I looked at her closely for the first time. She looked to be about my age, or maybe a couple of years younger; she had short black straight hair with bangs over her face in what I assume was the traditional. ..and she never said a word she just heldonto my legs tighter...I pulled her hair back away from her face and that iswhen I saw! She had been beaten! Her face, her beautiful face was black andblue on one side! I pulled her into my arms and she lay there against me weepingsilently. She was as fragile as a little baby I picked her up and carried her out ofthe pub to my auto. I opened the door and placed her on the seat closing thedoor I went around to the other side and climbed in. I drove.