I guess people were warned ahead of time, and scattered. Finally, a few brave souls stayed put. I bought every one of them a pint, as a reward.By our ...ast stop at an inn, I think people were actually trying to be there. I thought it was great progress, and they even had a minstrel performing. It wasn't Merle Haggard, but it wasn't bad. At least until I began to pay attention to the words. Just like back home, the words told a story. Here, the words were mostly history, however. Some were about. . is kahani main meri cousin alu ki haimeri cousin ka naam sry name nahi bata sakta ha but hum log use pyaar se alu kehte hain uska figure kamseen hain woh apne doodh ki adaon se kisi ko bhi ghayal kar sakti hain waise toh woh ek achi cousin hain par uncle ke jyadatar kaam main rehne ke karan woh faimaly pe dhyaan nahi de rahe they is kaaran faimaly ka mahol niche girne laga tha ..main inke ghar me aksar aaya jaya karta thaa q k ghar pass hee thaaye un dino ki baat hain jab hum log ghumne k. I was moved to the end of the bed and my legs placed in the stirrups.The doctor informed me that first he would insert a naso - gastric tube, as I was unable to eat, but that I needed nutrients. The nurse wheeled a trolley to the heard of the table and uncovered the supplies. The familiar snap of the latex gloves and a light shining in my eyes I knew I was to again endure another procedure. He lubed the tube and slowly introduced into one of my nostrils. Slowly I felt it travel down the back of. They're much less apt to be upset by what we do out there every morning.It isn't always easy to tell the gender of the person sending the emails. Many of the emails are unsigned and as I've mentioned, the email addresses seldom identify the senders. But as far as I can tell no boys complained. That didn't come as a surprise, of course. I'd be very surprised if they did. The surprise was that only a few of the girls I heard from seemed upset.But man! The girls who were pissed were REALLY pissed!.