"Mira continued:One day while we rested after a fuck, I asked, "Bhaiya, aapne mere alawa kisse aur ko bhi choda hai? (Bhaiya, have you fucked anyone e...se other than me?)" Yes," he replied."What's her name?" I asked.Bhaiya paused before replying, "Her name is Shabnam. She is in your class." Shabnam! There is no girl... oh you mean Babi," I said."Yes, Babi," bhaiya confirmed."Don't you like my choot anymore?" I pouted, "You always said that my choot is very sweet." Oh I love your choot very. We all basked in the glory of so much pure bliss, of course, knowing that we were now committed to more of this for life. We would be lovers for the rest of our lives and they would all be my slaves, which should keep things from getting dull.A couple of hours into this languid, leisurely recovery from the sexual marathon, the doorbell rang again, and once again, it was the pizza girl. Natalie answered the door personally as she had before, and she was greeted with a lip lock that left no. ”“So what do you want us to do; your two tribes?”“Prepare. It boils down to planning a defensive strategy; how you defend your tribe from any attack. This means working out where and what are your weak spots, and work out how to counter any attack on these points. Your tribe had weak points around the perimeter, where people go go out and in without hindrance. I have already asked for protective ditches to be dug across these approaches, with temporary bridges for tribal members to use; but. The streets are impossibly narrow and no logic seems to have guided the original town planners.In my little rural township where I live today its impossible to imagine how anyone managed to guide an electric bus, confined to a strip of road 20 feet wide, by virtue of the need to stay underneath overhead wires, through rush-hour traffic. Go wide of the lane and the poles mounted on the roof would come off the wires and leave you like a floundering whale, dead. There was no battery auxillary.