We both laughed. Casual talks for 10 minutes and we reached home. I slowly opened the gate and saw the owner Bhabhi’s house. No lights were on. She ...as still sleeping. Happily, I took my mami and went to my house. As soon as we entered the house, I threw the bag and hugged her.With fake resistance, she said, “Kya kar rahe ho?”Me: I want to rape you, mami.She is shocked and smiling. She said “Sabar karo. We have a full day.”I turned her towards me and switched the lights on. Wow, she is so. “We warned you that we felt the sperm were generally defective. Your insistence on randomly spreading them in any whore’s cunt is your fault, not a problem with our tests for optimum genetic sustainability. That’s why we need the samples from Mr. Adams. We need viable sperm to test our genetic theories on.”“Our task is to repopulate the earth! We have no mandate to manipulate the genetic code.”“Gentlemen,” Sporu calmed them. “Why don’t we cut Jack Adams in half and give you each a part.”“Now. I'm going to die, Mike thought to himself.The realization didn't seem to bother him; since he stoppedmoving he had actually started to feel a very comfortable warmth spread through his body. Mike knew enough to knowthis was not a welcome warmness, but a final stage ofhypothermia."I'm sorry Daddy," Mike said before closing his eyes andwelcoming whatever was coming for him.---"Come on, wake up," said Archangel Michael as he slappedMike Lane hard across the face."I've got a nice pancake breakfast. Ar poli dekhteo khub sundor.ekebare kakimar moto.kakimao kom jay na.boyosh 38/39.maigulo bishal daber moto ar ekhono tite.mota komorer sathe bishal lodlode pacha je kono cheler dhon khara kore debe.To shedin ratribela taratari khaoa daoa kore shue poqlam.kakimader duti ghor e chilo.poli ar ami ektatet ar kaku-kakima o ghore shulo.kichukhoner moddh ami ar poli ghumiye porlam.ratri bela peshab pele uthe dekhi bagan barite alo jolche.(kakimader baganeo 1ta ghor chilo).ekdiker janalar majhe 1ta.