The kiss seemed to last forever. He ran his hands up and down my back, pushing his groin against my stomach and fondling my ass. When he broke off the...kiss, he left me desperate and disheveled, leaning against the wall to support myself, more aroused than I cared to admit. I was a shattered mess the rest of the evening, hoping Martha would attribute my behavior to my recent loss of my husband. I avoided seeing him again, but Martha is my best friend and I knew she would be hurt if I didn't. “We are friends enough that you can call me Rachael,” she replied, “and what’s funny is Bashar did not recognize this room for the decoy I suspect it is. A ‘decoy room’ is often used in tomb complexes to fool grave robbers. These pottery containers are merely camouflage.”“So what now?” Johnny asked, “and what do these glyphs say?”Rachael giggled again and Johnny was starting to suspect there was something in the air.“Rachael held up her hand, “Sorry, sorry, but when I get excited, I get the. I'm getting to old for all of that. It's got nothing to do with that fucking bitch." Why is she such a fucking bitch? Because she couldn't live with you playing around on her? I've found that most women seem to object to that sort of thing, it's one of the rules of the game." Well there you go then. They're all fucking bitches. It's bred into them. I thought that was your philosophy Dave. Isn't that why you've never let yourself be dragged to the altar?" My God, you really do sound bitter, TJ.. Hum logo 1 dost ki tarah the per aaj kal na jane kyon mere man usse dekh ke machalne laga tha khair jo bi tha main to uskain naam ki muthha mar k kaam chala leta tha kuch dino se main dekh raha tha ki meri bahan badi uddas rahne lagi the main us se iski wajah poochi per usne kuch jabab nahi diya lekin mere bahut Poochne per usne shrmatain huye bataya ki bhaiye uski peshab wali jagah se khoon aata hain or jor jor se rone lagi wo soch rahi the ki us se koi beemari ho gayi hain thabhi mere demmag.