Aaaahh kaisa maa ka loda hai tu. Aaaahh bas kar main phat gayi. Bahut dard ho raha hai.Maine uske mooh pe haath rakha aur use poore zor se chodne laga... Usne mere haath ko kaat liya. Aaarrrrgh kutiya kaat ti hai. Ruk saali. Ab dekh.Maine uske mooh mein uski panty daal di. Uski taang ko phaila ke use jungliyo ki tarah chodna shuru kiya. Pura zor laga diya maine. Bistar turned ko ho raha tha. Woh aawaze nikaal rahi thi lekin mazaa nahi aaya mujhe. Maine uski panty nikal di. Aaaaah maa chod di tube. "It never helps anyway. She doesn't need jail; she needs counseling, therapy, things like that." "I just worry," Lani said gently, and reached over to pat her friend's leg. "I know," said Dee, with a grateful smile. "I won't help her, Lani. I refuse to give any of my hard-earned money to her when I know it'll just go to her next drink or next fix." "There, see," said Lani lightly. "You're doing great." "But can you imagine if I did date Karl?" Dee said, abruptly sitting up and nearly spilling. As usual the lights came on as I entered the workshop, but this time thescreen was already illuminated, a line of text at the top half and thedreaded blackmail website at the bottom, all logged on and ready. Thetext read:"About time too, don't keep me waiting again, now take off that shirt."Reluctantly and nervously I unbuttoned my shirt taking it off andleaving it on the chair by the wall."Go to your circle." The text changed and tiptoeing on the cold concretefloor i slowly made my way over to. " Carl shook his head in denial. "Walt's a guy, andyou're a girl, who should be I might add, dead and waiting decently tobe buried." I know, I know," Walt answered then gave out a shuddering sigh."Trust me, I don't believe it either, but it's true." What am I doing?" Carl muttered. "I'm actually sitting here,carrying on a conversation with a dead girl and think she's movingaround and talking back. This is insane." You're right, it is," Walt said simply, then leaned forward. "Butjust listen.