Omg ek bada hi mota meat ka peace mere saamne tha devar ji ne apne neeche ke baal bhi saaf kiye hue the jiski wajah se land ek dum chamak raha tha mai...e thoda sa tel apne haath me lekar jaise hi unke tatto ko chhua to mere badan me current dodne laga or unka land bhi khada hone laga , devar ji ne meri taraf nasheeli aankho se dekha or bole sorry bhabi ye apne aap hi ho raha haiMaine unko smile di or kaha koi baat nahi ye to hota hi hai dheere dheere wo land 7 inch lamba or lagbhag 3 inch mota. ‘You look pleased with yourself.’ That wiped the smile off his face. ‘I’m sorry. What did I say?’ She asked in alarm. ‘Oh. Sorry. It wasn’t you really. What you said reminded me of some history. I’d like to tell you some day, but not today, please.’ ‘So where are you from?’ He recognised his merciful ploy from earlier, and was grateful to her. The rest of the meal went by in pleasant conversation, and they left with a cheery ‘See you tomorrow’. The next evening in the library he was delighted. I expected to find him asleep in his house when I returned.After the hour and fifteen minute of the fat buster run, I did a twenty minute ride through the neighborhood. This time there were no kids and no thugs. It was a good time to get the lay of the land. I noted what houses were for sale, or in the process of becoming empty for one reason or another.Like I predicted Tiger was asleep when I returned, but he was on the deck in the sunshine. I went inside and fixed my own breakfast. Since we. All the girls stop thelittle chatter they have going, though I'm glad to see some of them havebeen gagged too, and watch as another supervisor walks in and chats tothe other.She's a little taller than most, with short deep red hair over one eye,and a matching blouse, the first hint of colour I've seen on thesupervisors. But more than that she seems to have a presence, and theothers obviously defer to her. One of them points in our direction andsays something I can't catch, and she nods. Then.