As we arrived at my house, around 7.00pm I asked my old servant to give her a juice. All she did was drinking and watching me through her juice glass ...nd I felt that she was more interested in me. I introduced my servant that she was my classmate and he did not bothered us. So, I brought her to the balcony sitting lounge and it is far from where the servant visit. She was resting on my arm, and little make of dark, i felt some movement bellow my waist. Her hand had slipped into my jeens and she. Kar nnnaaaa….Tujya kakan pekashya tuja lavada power full aahe ghusav, kaki ne maja hath pakadala aani hath var kiss karu lagali maji bot tondat ghun chatat rahili. me tija bochyat lavada kadat-ghalat hoto kaki che mote mote boche maja lavadyala aajun excite karat hoti…..mi jor jorat kakina shot marat hoto pat.. pat… kakinchya bochya var maja pay aapatala ki aavaj yet hota 12min maji pani aal..Kaki utlya aani mala bed chya madhe tokala tekun basaval aani maja land chusu lagali mi kakin cha doka. So, what was I looking for? A lover? A friend? A mother? A caretaker?All of the above, probably. I needed a warm place to lay my head at night, and a warm body to awaken next to. Someone I could talk to. Someone who'd ask how my day had gone when I came home. Someone who'd hug me and share my laughter... and my tears. Someone who'd give me emotional support. Someone who'd care.Mercy? Yes, I could certainly use a little mercy, and with a capital M at that.A week later I called and asked her out. Now that they were on their way, he scarcely cared that their shore leave had been cut short. He lived for this shit.The dropship broke through into clear skies, weaving to shed velocity, gliding down towards the surface on its stubby wings. The Thermopylae had cleared an area of forest where the base was to be erected, one of many that were scattered about the region where the third hive ship had emerged, using her railguns to strategically bombard the terrain until only splinters and cratered.