It’s about previous second weak incident when IPL was going on.Bhaiya and i are big fan of cricket. We watch cricket together but that day we call o...r neighbor friends because we are alone at home and they have no electricity on their home. They are Anita, her brother Rohit, Ajay, Ankit and Aryan. They are about between 18 – 21 ages. We are childhood friend. We were watching and enjoying cricket together game was very entertaining we were very happy.Now coming to the story….. We were eating. We are off to meet Tom who works there.You are wearing a summer dress that buttons down the front and a pair of Nike trainers!I am wearing shorts, a t-shirt and trainers.We walk through the woods to the farm where Tom meets us outside the barn.He escorts us inside, and we climb the ladders to the hayloft.Tom takes off his wellies so now he is wearing just a pair of navy overalls.The loft is only 12 foot high and has small windows just above floor level down both sides.As it is early summer,. He had obviously sensed the tension in Peter's voice."Raffi, come here, boy!"Raffi didn't budge, but the hand was swaying slowly between his yellowed teeth. Peter crouched and fixed his eyes on it. The fingers were pale, with purplish tinge, thin, slightly bent except for the thumb that jutted out as if trying to hitch a ride. The nails were manicured; shining colorless polish could be seen. A few inches above the delicate wrist the skin was frayed, covered with congealed blood, and from under. A few hours later, we were in the car, driving out of the city with our equipment and supplies in the trunk. Most of our friends and even our families had ‘balked’ at the idea of a camping honeymoon, but for us, it was perfect. Money was certainly a consideration for this odd choice of a honeymoon, but the location held a very special memory for both of us. Several hours later, as the sun set beyond the distant mountain ridge, she knelt at the campfire as the traditional pork and beans.