Main pakistan kay shaher peshawar ka rehnay wala hoon meri umer 35 saal hay aur mera import ka karoobar hay.jo story main aap ko sunanay jaa raha hoon...wo sun kar aap ka dimagh mauf ho ja ga aur aap sochain gay aisi aurtain bhi hain jo sex main pagal ho jati hain.to chaliyay story ki taraf. Mujhay maray cousin( ashraf) in phone kiya kay hum saray ghar walay us kay susral karachi shaadi kay silsilay main ja rahay hain to aap hanaray ghar main aa kar rah lo gay main nay kaha theek hay.wo monsay ko. Though he was only three years younger, I pretty much looked after him.There's more to the Frank and Frannie names as well. Mother is Florence, Dad is Fred. I guess they liked the alliteration, because I got named Francine and three years later came Frank. Most everyone just calls me Fran--both at home and at school.But, back to Frank. I said, "used to be" a snot. That's because things have changed. When Frank entered high school a freshman my senior year, he got involved in sports right away. I was one of two surviving children born to my parents, my younger sister being the aforementioned Katherine May Thompson, now Marshall, and there was another girl who died shortly after her birth. Although the teachers at my school were generally of the opinion that I was the recipient of a reasonable level of intelligence, I nevertheless left school at fourteen, as did most of my contemporaries, as in our community few if any children attended grammar school, since even if they possessed the. He looked out the back window and saw that the temperature on thermometer was still hovering below 20 degrees. Not the coldest it had ever been here in town, but plenty cold.The whole week had been cold and snowy, and although it was warming up now, that made it worse in a way — what had been fresh, powdery snow at the beginning of the week was now a combination of a layer of icy crust laying atop a layer of slightly compressed snow, that above a nasty sheet of ice at the bottom.Conditions were.