“Tar Kar-Hi’s decision to throw his lot with the Union, was in many ways more surprising with much more serious repercussions than the Golden join...ng us. Now I know Har-Hi’s father managed to gather about 2000 tribes but according to his estimate there are about seven to eight thousand left. Not counting the ones that are supposedly Okthi and still exist.”“I do what I can, from what I understand I am to add my witness account to that of Har-Hi. There is not much else I can do.”“You are the best. Hume sex ke bare mein kuch nahi jaante the par time kab badlega kise maloom chalta hain. tab me 11th main padtha tha aur finals ke baad hum gaon aa gaye gaon kya aye meri life hi palat gayi. humare gaon ke piche ke piche ek nadi hai jo bohut badi hain aur gaon main toilet nai hai to main aurpapa roz nadi ke paas ek khet main jaa kar toilet kar aate the aur mummy kisi aurat ko apne saath le jaati thi. ek din humare gaon mian sarpanch ki Beti ki shadi thi to hum sab ko bulaava aya tha to papa usa. The bales were stacked lengthways so that the sides of the barn retained them from rolling. The first three tiers were easy as the operator could see where he was placing the bales. It was less so after that as he could not see his load for the last two or three feet. Accordingly the non-operator would go up a ladder with a whistle. One long blast meant the bale was correctly positioned and could be lowered. Two blasts meant release. A series of short 'panic' blasts meant hold everything. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or the fact that this guy was gorgeous and in uniform, but I was horny! “Ziomara how old are you?” He asked. “Uhmm old enough…” I realized he hadn’t asked me for ID. “Old enough to do what honey — smoke or drink?” He grinned. “Both.” I replied in my best bratty attitude. “Ok, hon just relax.” He was looking at me through the rear view mirror. He went for his radio and pushed it to talk to the operator. He said a bunch of stuff, mostly gibberish to.