He weighs me; measures the circumference of my arms and legs and chest; takes skin fold measurements. In the mornings I have to pee into a glass jug w...ich they take away – to test I suppose.They sometimes take blood from me - and they keep giving me injections. Every morning. I have no idea what they are for. I hope it's something like vitamins but I don't know what to ask and I don't suppose they would tell me anyway.They feed me well. Where the food at Inward Bound was chosen to help us loose. I'm doing what Jason wanted. I've stopped being a total dick.Yet he heard nothing in response but the tumultuous chatter of his own tormented thoughts.Jason had no idea how to approach it this time. Everything he had tried had failed. Either Elizabeth really had been on the wrong track, or no means existed to set his mind into a state immune from the Darkness' influence. Awareness of the inner workings of his own mind was little help if he had no means to affect them.So what should he be. Chut par uske lund ka ehasas hi bohot acha tha. Garm garm lund chut par lagti hi meri chut aur chikni ho gayi. Woh lund ko chut par ragdne laga jisse mujhe bohot masti chhad gayi. Aisa lag raha tha bas abhi uska lund pakad kar andar le lu. Aur jaise usne mere man ki baat sun li.Usne apna lund pakad kar meri chut ke chhed par tikaya. Ek pal rukne ke baad jor laga kar lund ko andar karne laga. Meri to jaise puri masti utar gayi aur ek badan mein ek dard ki lehar doad gayi. Aisa laga kisi ne meri. ”“I’m not leaving until I see him. Something is happening, and it’s his fault!”Shrika slammed the door, but she still tugged at the bells. Shrika returned shortly and with a strong heave ripped the bells from the door. He led Fatima through the wide courtyard. He showed her to Shabbir’s bedroom.“Oh dear Allah, what has happened to you?” she asked.Shabbir’s health had deteriorated. He had grown thin and pale. He lay in bed supinely like a living corpse, hands to his sides.“I might ask the same.