I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head against his back listening to his heartbeat. I heard the click of the switchblade closing then his warm ha...ds on mine as he pulled me in front of him holding me against him facing the tower.''Look babe, this will be here as a reminder forever.'' He kissed the back of my head as he ran his hand across my stomach, turning me around and pushing me against the tower.''I love it...'' I smiled as our noses touched, lips so close but not touching, staring. Mene bhabhi ko bola to kya hua m apka hi hu aur ye lund bhi apka h …Wo boli wo to thil h pr aaj ye kya chahta h …Mene kha aaj isko new whole chahiye wo has gyi….Bhabhi boli aaj m apko surprise dungi..M socked rah gya k kya milega..Mene bola bta do wo boli k rat ka wait ro jaanu…M sochta rha kya h..Khair rat huibhabhi ne khana lgaya hmne khana khaya..Fir bhabhi fresh hone chali gyi..Jb wathroom se nikli to gajab dha rhi thi mano koi apsara lg rhi thi m unse jakr chipak gya boli sbra kro fal. Siobhan shuddered as she felt his body heat near her. He was soon sat in front of her behind his desk. He clasped his hands together and stared at her. This man was intimidating. Siobhan examined his face, she had never really done this before. She was always so desperate to move away from him, but this time she was stuck. His chestnut brown hair was cut short, with a little fringe that flopped down to his eyebrows. He had sharp, grey eyes with light brown freckles that sat neatly underneath.. On the train. At school. At the library. At a party. Everywhere I went, I handed these flyers. The response I received was nothing short of amazing. Both men and women agreed that the worst criminal offenders and abusers were vindictive females whom the criminal justice system allowed to get away with their crimes because it was gender biased to the extreme. Yes, I fought the good fight. I made many enemies. I also found many allies. Men and women who didn’t like the direction in which modern.