Instead, my dreams were nightmares. In them, I watched Davik fall into the flames and die in agony, only for Voguel to walk out unharmed. His burnt fo...m standing triumphantly in front of the bonfire, before lashing out at everyone.I woke up in a cold sweat and glad that that nightmare was over. As I looked around, I could see the others were in the throes of various forms of nightmares themselves. Their bodies were jerking in response to what they were experiencing and often whines, groans and. He scanned monitors all around the grounds of the palace, and called Duran on his shoulder-mic, sending him to the far side of the perimeter, knowing that the local crowd of hangers-on which congregated near the gate on that side of the compound would keep him engaged in idle conversation for a good while. He switched to the remote camera-feed from the airport and saw the Gulfstream G-650 jet being checked over and re-fueled by the ground-crew. The 'Sidewinder' would be filing a bogus. They simply couldn’t deal with it. Especially in the black community. Black gays and black lesbians were seen as abominations by the heterosexual members of the black community. Homosexuals weren’t accepted. It just wasn’t done. Lawrence and I joined forces to take care of our family. Gays and lesbians formed their own families even back then, though we faced far more oppression then than we do today. Still, we made it work. The men and women I knew from the field of law enforcement didn’t much. This story is based on jija – saali relation.First I want to introduce the other artists of this story my friend swati -17, kiran -17, deepika-17 these r the name of friends, and ratna-26 bhabhi, rakhi -20 didi and Vikas-26 our Jijaji.This story I m writing in hindi, I m not a writer, if u found any mistake please write Yeh kahani suru hoti hai swati ke ghar se Ratna ushki bhabhi hai aur rakhi uski didi kiran aur deepika uski friends hai bahut hi aachi friends hai ghar per aana jaana hai.