Muj ko penis chayia tha. Apnay bahii sa ma is ka kah nahee saktee. Lakin ma na apnay figure aur hips next days us ka dika kar ud ks dil jeetnay kii ko...sish kii lakin wo apnii galtii ka baad bilkul changed ho chuka tha aur meree taraf nazzar bee utta kar nahee dek rah tha.Sunday ko ma sunday market akeely gaiyee gar kii kuch cheesay lanna thee aur gar ma kuch tha bee nahee. Friday night say la kar ab tak meray neechay panii anna band nahee howa tha. Rastay ma kuch daar ka liya baris hoee pher. Wednesday happened eventually. Phil met Marcie in the lobby of the Art Building. He was wearing a t-shirt and athletic shorts with his competition Speedos underneath. Marcie had on a long sleeved blouse over a calf-length skirt and carried a small overnight bag. Both had on sneakers."You ready for this?" Phil asked."As ready I'm going to be. Not terrified, but there is a butterfly convention in my stomach." Remember to look at a point on the wall and try to tune the rest out. You'll be all. ." I allowed myself a knowing smile at thatreference. Natasha continued praising my hard work and my work ethic,informing me that I was in for a nice bonus.There was a knock at the door, and in step Natasha's secretary, Maggie."Sorry to interrupt Natasha, but your one o'clock appointment hasarrived. You did tell me to let you know," said Maggie politely.I started to stand up and told Natasha that I leave her to herappointment and get back to my office. Natasha put her hand out andstopped. The park was all stunning vistas, wide open sky. It was her place to feel free, the only place she could imagine what the mystics felt–free and held, all at once. She could look down on the city–and see there the naked ambition, all the fear and anxiety, the rush and the mayhem. One car, after another, one office, after another. In this park, here in her ‘happy place,’ she felt none of it. Down in the city, she knew, was her real life and her future, and the place where she felt most alive,.