Fuck .. Fuck… fuck..Wo: me jharne wali hu.. Jor se chod… fuc fuck fuck fuck fuck … fuckk meee….. Aaaah aaahh jar gayi me… aaahhh aaahhh…Me... aaaahh me bhi jhar gaya..To fir usne muze kaha ki tum real sex karoge? To muze kya ek mouka chahiye tha to zat se tayaar ho gya. Mene usse uska address wo sub pocha to wo boli tum bas mumbai aao me tume pic karungi. Fir me sunday ko subah ki train se mumbai chala gaya. Muze pata nhi tha ki wo kaise dikti he.Me jab train se aa rha tha to bheed hone k karan. "How was your evening?" he asked.Allison grinned. "Wonderful. I was hoping we could resume our, um, activities once you got here, but I guess we'll have to wait." She turned and peeked out of the little window beside the front door. Jack sat down on the sofa to wait for his wife. An open atlas on the coffee table drew his attention. It was open to Washington state, which caused Jack to smile.They'd chosen the University of Washington for Jack's continued education, and he was pleased that both. " Look," he offered, "why don't you call and see if you can get a friend to go with you. How about Susan? You said she likes that group as much as you do." Maybe... I'll call you if I decide to go." OK. Look, I'm sorry Lynn. I know how much you were looking forward to our going. I will make it up to you." It's all right Gary. I'll see you later tonight."The disappointment rested heavily upon her. This was the first time in months they had planned a real night out together. She had also hoped. “Purdy Kendricks?” the sweating red-faced stranger asked. Purdy’s eyes moved from the fat man to the car and its driver, and back.“I am,” Purdy answered. “Who are you? What’s your business?”The lawyer hesitated. “My name is Bertrand Adams. I represent a principal who wishes to make a very generous offer for properties you hold, Mr. Kendricks.” He reached for the latch on the rusty iron gate to enter the yard. “I have papers with me. May I show them to you?”“That’s a problem, Mr. Adams,” Purdy.