Laga uhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh uiiiiiii aur jor se far de meri boor ko uiiiiiiii me ab jharne wali hoon aur wo 5 minut me hi kamar uchal uchal kar jhar ga...i. Me ab use bola ab me teri gand marunga tumhari gand ek punjabi ke gand se bhi jyada bara hai aur mai use ulta pet ke bal lita diya.wo rone lagi meri gand nahi maro mai mar jaungi meri gand phat jayegi….me kuch nahi sunuga mai abhi jhara nahi hoon jabtak mai tumhari gand nahi marunga tabtak mai nahi jhrunga, aur dher sara thuk mai uske gand pe. Fortunately for her, I managed to grab her coat right where it fitted loosely over her generously proportioned heart-shaped posterior and pulled her back into my arms with saving grace.“You tremendous oaf of humanity!”Her words of gratitude were less than complimentary, but I suspected they were a reflection of her suddenly perceived loss of her much-valued item of clothing and she had transferred that sense of loss to me in turn. The lady fixed me with a glare that would have melted hard steel. "Let's try again. I can find another." We set off again, even though I was already feeling the effects of the lack of sleep and nourishment. I glanced at the trap that had proved useless. But there was no way in hell that I was going to pick it up. By the time Thell had told me to stop, the sun showed that it was at least noon, if not later. I gripped a sore leg and sighed.This time, as he showed me the animal however, I was taken aback. Unlike most of the foxes I'd seen, this was not a red. Your shoulders stayed narrow and your hips, well, they didn't. It seemed like everything you ate went straight to your ass, and though you tried dieting, it didn't do enough - the wiggle stayed in your walk, and the men by the door sure noticed. As always, they'd laugh at you, but you'd move on - it's fine.You know you should stop them, stand up for yourself, but they're all a head taller than you and much more build. You're not a toothpick by any stretch, but, well, you've always been more.