Oh my god….She was very good sucker….Wo mere land ko jitna ho skta tha apne muuh mai le kr jati thi…Maine usse kha ki mai tmhri chut chatna chah...a hu….To usne bola ki ye kaise possible ho skta hai. To maine kha ki bilkul last seat pe chalte hai….Kyunki bus mai pessenger bhut kamthey…Aur jo bhi they wo sb aage they…Piche to bus bilkul khali thi…Mere aisa khne pr wo ek dum maan gyi aur hm pichli seat pr gye….Maine uski salwarko niche kr diya….Magr usne utarne se mna kr diya….Maine usse kha ki ye. ?Thatwould be bad. Really bad.??His marriage would be over, not to mentionwhat a few years in prison would do to his political career.?Political career. Herb had never thought hewould actually win the election. Hell, the presiding Council was practically aninstitution. It cost only 62 dollars to file as a candidate and he hoped beingon the ballot might give him some name recognition and help him write a fewpolicies. And then Walter Ketchum, the forty-year incumbent, keeled over with aheart. After a little more than an hour my mom came back with the car and some Chinese take-out."So what's your total for the day?" she asked as we dished out the food. I thought for a second."64 with the stepping stones and you taking the car to the mechanic," I answered."That's a lot of points," she said with a smile."Yeah, that puts me at 211 . . . Oh wait, 231. I forgot Dad said I could have 20 points for driving him to the airport." What do you want tonight?" she asked."I don't know . . . " I. His young master's belt pushed him to exhaustion. "Looks like you outsmarted yourself, my poor little slaveboy."The hot sun made the slave's thirst unbearable until he begged, "Please master, I need some water."The master's reaction was quick and fierce. He rained a bunch of lashes with the belt on the helpless boy, "Slaves do not ask their master for anything. Now, get back to work you little jerk." Dave continued his toil, he began to stumble and fall from exhaustion but his masters only.