Mujhe dard ho raha thaa .main samajh gayi thee ki yeh dono chor hain.maine aapne muh main se dabi hui aawaz nikali to woh samajh gaye ki main kuch bol...a chahti hun.to ek ne meri muh khol diya .main daari hui aawaz main boli ke “mere pass sirf ek mangal sutar aur ear rings hain aur kuch bhee mere pass nahin hai”.tab doosra chor chaku dikhata hua bola “sali seedhe se batati hai ke chaku ghuser dun tere ander”.main phir boli “mai sach keh rahi hun”.chor phir bola “bta ghar main aur kaun hai”.main. However things took a turn before Paul and I got married. I hadnt planned what happened but I never did compete in womans competitive gymnastics. On October seventh I had my thirty eighth birthday. I am five foot six, still only a hundred and ten pounds and have dark hair that I keep at shoulder length. I have tried to keep in shape over the years. When I met and married Paul I had the same measurements I have now except my hips. My hips are now wider but then after twenty sons and one. Pushing it lightly it swung open into an office. Stepping out of the way, Gladys let Meagan pass into the office first.She was greeted with a terrific view out a wall of floor to ceiling windows. Centered in front of them was a beautiful ornate oak desk. Then looking around she took in the rest of the office. The place was huge, along the wall to the right was another door and Gladys indicated it was a private bathroom with a shower. Hearing this, Meagan had another flutter that ended in her. Leave him there? That was his scariest thought. Buried alive in the terrible quiet. Prison taught him how to handle the panic but he had almost cracked in solitary. And now that was all he had.He was on the cot when the window in the door opened. Jason sprung to the door. There was a large Russian man with a heavy accent. ?You alive, ready to leave? Wait until I am at top.? With that he unlocked the door and climbed up the ladder. Jason followed, anything was better than being stuck.