But, none of your letters said anything about being hurt," she said. For the first time she stopped to assess what she was seeing. She stepped back an... looked me up and down. "You really are hurt, Maddy. And all of those medal thingys, you've got them because you're hurt right?" I could see she was trying to process a lot of things at once: my catching her, my injuries, my medals; it was a lot for a woman, any woman, to take in all at once.In spite of everything that was happening, in my mind I. Ab maine unko vahai par hi letaya vo lete lete meri aankho ko dekhate rahi aaur mai ab unkii mast gori gori jango ko chumate chatane lag aaur vo mere baaalo mai ungliya pakad kar khichate huyi chatpatane lagi maine aab unki khushbudar panty ko sunghate pantyy ke uapar se hi chut ko halke se katane lagaa vo aab paglo ki tarha apna sarrr yaha vaha karte jor jor se aahe bharte mere baal nochate rahi maine vaha pada hua santre ka ek piece lekar unki chut mai adha ghusaya us cool n chilled santre ki. At any rate, the next time we met she was three sheets to the wind but she was still sober enough to remember me.It was at the Wagon Wheel that time. It was one of my days off and it was around nine at night. I waded into the crowd — there was a live band that night, twanging out country tunes — and it was pretty crowded. I elbowed my way to the bar and shouted out my order. While I waited I felt somebody pinch my ass and I spun around. There was Sheila. Her loose top was nearly off her left. I just couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be part of this, even if it was wrong on several levels. But it takes two to tango and we were into it. The new suit opened perfectly when she bent over, I had so many tit flashes that day I had to walk away and do some work just to compose myself. I said to her later that she is amazing and I’m a lucky guy and she just smiled and said that she had fun today too. At this point I didn’t know where this was going still, I don’t think she did either. I.