Mere land me bohot zyada pressure pad raha tha mera land laaal ho chuka tha,,,mene uske boobs ko kas k pakda hua tha or usne mere pith ko pakda tha,,,...Fir jab me thoda comfortable hogaya to apna speed badhane laga ,,, wo sirf … Ohh hhhm hh oohh saiff saaiff mmeeraa meerraa aaa baachaa orrrr ooorrr zzzooorr oorrr seee kaarrr aaahh aaaah aaaah aaahhh aaaaah merri pyaasss bujhaa deee saaiiiff aaahh huuhh umm maaahh yaaaaJesi awaaze nikal rahi thi,mene use chodte chodte kabhi uske boobos pakde. I have never been much for the blind date thing, but somehow this is different.Despite the chilly, late-October air I am wearing an outfit I would never wear for any other occasion: Black old-school combat boots, red and black striped socks that go just past my knees; the rest of my legs are covered in black fishnet and disappear under my black, pleated canvas skirt that has a big ol' kilt pin piercing the side. (A nod to my Celtic roots)This skirt is so short that if I were to bend over at all. I talked to a few people I knew and who could help me, if I decided to run for Sheriff if couldn't hurt to have their advice. The advice was all the same, try to turn your negatives into positives, admit to everything, and make a joke of it.The Colonel Martin Mash was working and it had a couple of more days, when Kara called. "Sylvia I would like to see you," she said."I don't think that would be a good idea. You see Kara I was about to get involved with you and you dumped on me. So I'm clear. “I have no problem ending all of you! You who have no honor or respect; and then you allow the patrol to make slaves of you. This is the last time I will warn you. MOVE! Or I will kill as many as I have to getting these people through to the city.”Sam stood straight with his arms crossed as he waited to see just how many he was going to have to slap the shit out of before they took him serious. Several elder grays moved forward bowing to Sam. “We do not wish the death of more of our people..