I had completed my graduation and then looking for a job.. i didn’t get a job and gets frustrated. While searching for job I daily visit my uncle wh... lives in a village near Chandigarh. Hi lives on rent and the landlord is Muslim.I was very frank to uncle and we always talk about beautiful girls of landlord. Once I ask him introduce me to one of them, he asked which one. I selected middle one named Aalya(name changed) , he introduce her. Then whenever I visit there she comes to meet me. It. I just pinged her and told her we were coming. Both of us left our place and rushed to meet her. Her chest was paining. I checked her medicine and found her tablet was missing. I immediately rushed to the medical store. It was already late so hardly any store was open.By the grace of God, I found one medical store which was about to close and requested for help. The owner of the store was humble and accepted my request. I purchased the medicine with some extra stock and moved back to the home.. " It sounded as though he had rehearsed his line on the drive over here. He reached for his handcuffs as he began to recite, "You have the right to remain..." I immediately snapped the gun from his hand and pointed it back at the officer. Without much thought, I had allowed my military training to take over. "Back off!" I demanded. "I don't want to have to use this, but I will if I need to." The officer held his hands up and backed towards the wall. I saw another cop approaching from. Another car passed, slowed, honked a couple of quick beeps, sped off. “Yeah, and fuck you, too,” Becca replied half-heartedly. But she tugged her shorts down in the back all the same. They were part of the gig: short shorts, the tighter the better, the kind where your ass peeks out just a bit in the back; and a too-small bra that pinched under your arms, but shoved your tits up just right under a tight, v-necked t-shirt, knotted in the small of your back to show off your midriff. Tits meant.