At threethirty she made her move. Receiving a message that needed to be typed outin duplicate before being sent to other departments, Renata pretendin... tomake an error, dropped her "first attempt" into the trash can and beganagain ... but not before attaching a piece of chewing gum to the back so itstuck to the side near the top.Once a fake "throw away" message shot down her station's tube she walked itover to the can. Pulling lipstick out from her dress pocket, she quicklyremoved the message. Mera gussa puri tarah shant nahi hua tha me bohot jor se chus raha tha aur kaat bhi raha tha.Neha: aaahaah aram se karo please aahaaa.Mere pair khule hi me baju me ho gya aur saas lene laga.Neha: hai rabba itna jabardast muje kabhi kisi ne nahi choda, mast chodta hai re tu.Me: tu ruk tuje aur jabardast choduga.Aisa kehke me neha ki chut masalni laga aur boobs pe katne laga.Neha: oooh please itna jor se mat kato nishan pad jayega.Tabtak bohot late ho gaya tha uske booobs pe bohot nishan pad gaye. I waded through the rising tide to find the shut off which was on the inlet pipe to the water heater. I cranked the valve closed and the water stopped rushing in. I went back to the base of the stairs and called up to Sarah who had been standing on the landing at the top. “It’s your water heater”, I said. “It’s blown a hole in the bottom, it’s shot.” I walked back over to the stairs and looked back up at Sarah, who was now squatting down to see as much of the problem as she could. Again my. Still, the old often represented itself with pleasing newfaces...From Karen Klein's unpublished notes:Jillian Crane, a voice from the past, privileged prom princess who'dmarried badly after high school. She'd been petite, impossibly slender,very blonde, and somehow friends with this former yearbook geek.Jillian said it was because I gave her good ink, who ever talked likethat? on some school play she'd done. And to return the favor she tookme in hand, as she put it, dragging me on shopping.