Perched above the final resting place of the guilty dead, floating on a bed of burning cinder, was the wraith who loved to torment me. He tried to lau...h as I approached, wanting to hurl his contempt at me, but he failed ... again ... and again ... and again.Time had taught me an important lesson about its construct. In the place of death there is no time. There is no tomorrow, because the souls of the dead lost all of their tomorrows before arriving in this walled in, pitch black, oppressive,. He had wanted to do something clever with the multiple B's, but decided against it.With the addition of the bio, and Scott and Brooke turning on of the green light, he now went to work in earnest. He was determined to make this the best site he had ever designed and managed. Arrangements were made for Brooke's site to be linked to more than a 100 other adult sites, including Anne's. By the end of the day, the fourteen photos Scott had taken and the Bio that Brooke had written would be posted. You are urged forward and then suddenly prompted to stop. A moment later, the sack on your head is removed, allowing you to get a look at your surroundings for the first time.You appear to be in a type of loading dock- like what would be seen behind a supermarket. Through the large entrances behind you, you can see dozens of black vans and trucks. Around you are hundreds of other men-some dressed in normal clothes and having their arms bound behind their backs. Others dressed in black. It all happened 3 months back in the month of October 2013, one of my distant relative Aunty Shamita came with her daughter for a marriage in our city, Her name is Ria , she stayed at our home, they cam e to attend all the functions, so stayed for a week. About Ria , she is beautiful, lean and has an ever smiling face, has a nice figure, moreover jovial in nature We are almost around same age and we knew each other from childhood but lately we both became good friends. They came on 17th.