"It's about the origin of words and where they come from. This girl was studying the Puritans in Sussex in the 1600's, and the names they gave their c...ildren. It was hilarious; it's almost as if they were having a competition to see who could burden their kids with the most sanctimonious name!" They seemed to start with Old Testament names, none of this trendy modern New Testament Apostle rubbish like Peter, James and Paul, but good reliable prophets names like Ezekiel, Obadiah and Micah. Then. Us ladki ka lund choosna mujhe achcha lagne laga. Wo jis tarah aage peeche ho kar, lund ko mu me bhar bhar kar choos rahi thi aisa lag raha tha jaise uske liye duniya me issey badkar koi aur sukh hai hi nahi. Fir us teacher ne us ladki ko khada kara aur uske bache hue kapde utaar diye.Mere saamne ab ek nangi ladki khadi thi ya yun kahun to mere saamne ab Devika nangi khadi thi. Uska poora sharer doodh ki tarah gora aur maansal tha.Teacher ne use litaya aur uski taange failaa di. Uffff…mere mu. She took it to mean that I was having a go at her for her new ink. She seemed to carry her anger for the next few days. Then she came home with a 'tramp stamp' across her lower back. It was a native rose and looked spectacular. I told her that I liked it. She looked at me as if I had two heads."What, you mean I have your permission to have another tattoo? Like I would wait for you to approve anyway." Mary, no, I really like it. Why are you making this an argument? Can't I even like your tattoos. “Je ne parle pas anglais,” translated, “I don’t speak English,” the girl managed to say.“Does the bitch know we don’t speak French?” Otis asked, rhetorically.Terrified of the large black man, Claudette quit struggling, as Otis took a length of rope and tied her hands behind her back. They then took the girl to the relatively out of the way cabin that they had rented while working the French job. Desmond parked in front of the cabin. Otis took one of their old work shirts and covered her head so.