She said no, and he was furious. Darren yelled, ‘What are you trying to do to me? I’ve been patient, and waited to marry you to make love to you. ... loved you, and this is how you repay me?’ Angie was in tears. Darren stormed out of the restaurant, leaving the bill unpaid. She heard his pick-up speed out of the parking lot. The servers calmed her down a little, and asked her what they could do for her. Angie asked to use a phone. It was after midnight when Angie called John. She started crying. Brad hit me, and one of the others took my baby. She started to cry. They wouldn't give her back to me. I tried to fight them, but I was not strong enough. Brad dragged me to the whipping post and tied me there. He started to beat me." Her breathing had gone ragged during the tale, and she was now crying."Ruth," I said, as gently as I could, "you have done nothing wrong. Brad is the one who has done the wrong. Poisoning his father, killing his mother, beating his wife - a free woman, and lastly. One night I stood up in front of the group and made up a bullshit story about my supposed addiction and I was in. Then I sat back and waited for my first opportunity.Her name was Harriet and she was a fairly plain looking woman who was obviously very insecure. Her story was classic, she'd never had a boyfriend and suddenly one day a boy asked her out. He'd tried to kiss her goodnight after a date, but she wouldn't let him and he never called again. A year went by before another boy asked her. Mujhse ab apni choti behan ki choot ke bagair raha nai jarah tha .ek din raath ko mai falak ke kamre me gaya aur dhire se use uthane laga kyun ke didi bhi falakh ke kamre me hi sothi thi .flak nindh se jagi aur mujhse dheemi awajh me punchne lagi ke kya baath hai.maine kaha chalo chathpe chalke bath kartey hai.tho usne kaha ki tum chalo mai tumharey phiche ati hun.aur mai chat pe chala gaya.Thodi der ke bad falak chath pe ayee aur kahane lagi bhaijan didi jabtahk hai tabtak hamara milne munasib.