Fred had a few of those boyish habits when we started dating. You know the typical things a man loves to do. Watch sports, among others. I think his w...rse habit was having me dressed up like a slut for him and parade around the house like a wanton whore. Oh my gosh, I can feel him moving again. Oh, he’s really learning how to kick and he hasn’t even been born yet. You guessed it! I’m nine months pregnant and typing this story about this unusual open relationship I have with my husband. I. "How in the world did you get this number," I asked."Friends in high places, I have bad news," he said."Is there any good news?" I asked."The good news is, we aren't positive that he is dead," he said."The Irishman?" I asked."Who else would I call you about? He was training troops in a sandy spot. He wasn't supposed to be on any operations, but you know the Irishman," the admiral said."Did somebody bug out and leave him?" I asked."That depends on who you ask," he informed me."So who do you. Meri ek bhabi hai wo mjse taqreeban koi 4 saal bari hai.uffff kia cheez hai yaar. Aaj kal wo pregnant bhi hai to wo aur bhi dhamaka hai.us ke boobs bare bare hain jab wo chalti hai to wo uper ko machale hain jis ko dekh ker muje garmi hone lagtee hai.us ki ass uf itni khoosurat hai ke mat puchain.us ko dekh ker mera 9 inch ka lun belkul seedha kara hojata hai aur us ko choodne ke khawab dekhne lagta hai. Ek din wo mere room mai kesi kaam se ayee us ko dekh ker muje kuch honey laga aur mera lun. She said, "Iand Craig will attend your rally. Count on it." I expected nothing less, dismissed." She turned and left with hersister cackling. Alexandra never in her life felt so helpless andvulnerable. Vulnerable against Michelle, her little sister. How did shedo that? She must know. One thing was clear, Michelle was in charge.There was nothing she could do about it.As Michelle meditated, she was troubled. She foresaw a defeat for therace for the president. She saw no way to win the election..