’ Arthur rapidly typed in his password and went searching for the accounting program. Whoever had been the previous AR Specialist had been very good...at his job. Either that or his administrative assistant had been very good at making him look good. Arthur looked up in surprise as the chair gave a soft sigh and slid down slightly. He decided to ignore that and forge on. Another soft sigh and he slid down a few more millimeters. Within fifteen minutes of his sitting down, the chair was resting. Roger offered to straighten things out with the airline for her. Patti was still experiencing the emotional turmoil which follows many a broken romance. She was psychologically bruised, vulnerable and extremely cautions about starting new relationships. As Patti sat next to Roger in the plane, she explained that she was coming to New York to find work as a dancer. Since she had very little money she would be living at the YWCA. She was not aware of his business and was surprised when he offered. “Thanks.”Then she jerked her head around, wildly searching as she remembered…“Those men!” Jolene cried out. “They tried to kill me!”“They’re gone,” Béla said, her voice still soft. “They won’t hurt you anymore.”“But… but,” Jolene tried to say, but not finding the words, she switched to imagery.An image of a dead woman tied to a lamppost. She was burning. Jolene had ordered her death. An image of Béla promising the populace of her district that such a violent and savage reprisal will never again. Lkn mene us par dhyan nhi dia.To me kuch lene niche jhuki to meri badi gand uske samne khul gai or usne dhire se age akar apna lund mere mote chutaro k bich meri gaand ki gahrai me ghusa dia to jor se chilla uthi mammyyy.Wo dar gya or bola sorry madam ji.Ye glti se touch ho gya to me bola its ok.Fir me kam krne lag gai to usne do tin bar meri gand ko touch kia lkn mene koi react nhi kia .Uski himmat kr bad gai.Wo mere pas akar khda ho gya or uska land meri gand se touch ho rha tha dosto ye mera.