Main thak chuki thi.Yahi soch rahi thi ki agar do mardo ki ungliya aur baate hi mujhe iss kagaar par pahuncha sakti hai to inki chudayi se meri kya ha...lat hone wali hai. Ab waqt kareeb 3:30 baj rahe the. Inke beech waqt ka pata hi nahi chal raha tha. Main ye janna chahti thi ki ab aage kya iraada hai mere husband ke in do chudakkad dosto ka. Main uth kar baal banati hui boli: Huff, main zara washroom ho aati hun, tum dono baitho yaha.Tushaar: Ye tum bata rahi ho ya hume bhi bula rahi ho.Naveen:. Four days later I was packed off home with June hovering over me in the ambulance like a mother hen, she was a lovely girl, but she had two major faults, she tended to fuss a lot and she had a temper equal to the explosive force of an atomic bomb. I was wheeled indoors and parked in the living room while my daughter saw the ambulance men out, I looked at the mantelpiece and there was the envelope containing my suicide note, rubbing my mental hands I went to rise from the chair, could I get out. The party finished late because the following day was Good Friday, a municipal holiday, as would be the following Monday, Easter Monday. Most of the City Hall employees had adopted the Barracuda Beach dress code for the party. Those that did not, wore sarongs for the most part. While I pretended not to notice, as the evening wore on, I saw that most of the women had retied their sarongs to leave the top free and that two of them actually dropped then altogether to go for a midnight swim.. Kez kept his legs loose as the surges roiled around him, letting them take him forwards and backwards rather than trying to resist them. A few people to his sides stumbled but no one got hurt. Someone grabbed his waist and fell heavily against his back. He looked down into the eyes of a girl. “Sorry,” I said. My heart rate leapt up as I took in his shirtless body, strong, board shoulders the canvas for a black phoenix tattoo. I realised I still had my hands on him, on his waist band, just.