M. Jason and Hawk began the final preparations for their morning rescue. The previous night they’d gotten the remains of the canvas tarp from the wa...er room and had taken it to the underground stream. They’d weighed it down with rocks and left it to soak overnight. Jason had decided even though it was more effort this way they’d be able to keep the drinking pool from being polluted.This morning, assisted by the light that filtered down the air-shaft, they opened the wooden boxes Jason had used. Expensive paintings decorated the hall’s wall and I couldn’t help but be mesmerised by each of them.“Would you like a drink?” he asked.“Sure,” I replied as he led me to the kitchen.He started pouring me a glass of water as I looked around the kitchen. It was nothing like my house; everything was so clean and looked incredibly expensive. I started wondering what kind of guy I’d gotten involved with and why he’d want someone as working class as me.“So the story,” he said loudly, breaking my. 1 din mein mere maan aur baap ka chudam chudai ka khel dekh raha tha.tab mene meri maan ko kehte hue suna(mere baap ko) ki bhosdi ke tere chorre ka lund bhi bhut bada se mein to yo chahun hun ki kise din mane usska bhi milja. Mera baap usko bola ki randi to tu se hi mere dostan ne tu chode hai to mera chora bhi chod de ga tabhi se mere dil mein usske liye hawas jaag uthi aur meri use chodne ki chahat aur jyada ho gayi thi mene socha ki jab bahar ke log usse chodte hai to phir mein kyun nahi aur. "English composition," Devlin said. "We have to write an essay on something we like to do." Let me guess, dancing."Devlin looked up, smiling. "What else?" I wish you could have kept up your dancing."Devlin put her pen down. "With this bust the only dancing somebody does is in a bar, and I just couldn't see myself doing that. I'd probably die from terminal embarrassment or something." Probably. I know I would. I just can't see how they do that." I'm told they make good money at it. I read that.