The girl was sobbing, everything was covered with dust. A light bulb glowed faintly through the dust laden atmosphere.Everything was quiet.“What hap...ened?” the girl shouted.“Thunder,” Oleg laughed.Part of the ceiling had collapsed. As the dust settled they saw the kitchen door was off its hinges. The big refrigerator had been knocked sideways and leaned drunkenly against a sink unit. Water poured from a ruptured pipe.Oleg picked up his bag. “Time to go.”he said looking for a way out.The window. When I was done breaking the eggs, I added cream, salt, and pepper, and I put one of the three big bowls onto the mixers turntable and turned the mixer on. After a minute, I switched bowls, and then did it again after another minute. By this point the bacon and sausages had been completed, and were taken to appropriate chafing dishes out in the dining room. Mary Ann started scrambling eggs in batches in the frying pan, and Jeffery made pancakes on the griddle, while Jimmy was dropping potatoes. He wrapped the towel around his hips.They joined me at the kitchen bar. As they talked, they seemed detached and unconcerned with the out-of-place occurrence. She'd been casually talking to him while he was nude! I was amazed. I reached to the liquor cabinet and retrieved a spectacular potion I'd intermixed for special occasions, a third-quart of grain alcohol with white wine, the taste disguised by a few drops of tobo oil as I'd learned while stationed in Turkey.I pulled 3 wine glasses from. Hum sath main baat karte karte chaipine lage. Maine pucha bore nahi hoti aap dinbhar akeli? To wo boli nahi hoti bore kabhi kabhi entertainment mil jata hai terrace pe jaake. Ye sunke main chauk gaya or bola terrace pe kaisa entertainment? To wo boli ki wahi jo aap karte ho shaam ko wahan jaake or mere lund ke taraf ishara ki.Mine dar gaya ki kahi ye mama mami ko na bata de. Maine unse bola sorry bhabhi mujhe nahi pata tha aap terrace pe aati ho shaam ke baad. Wo boli kii daro mat main kuch.