He read a post on Nick Scipio’s forum that I made. In it, I poured my heart out about the three occasions in which I’d fallen hopelessly in love w...th a fictional character. One was when I was only 13, the other two were Frank Downey’s Sophia and Nick’s own Gina. It was an emotional vent, in which I praised them for their ability to make a 50 year old man break down in tears over pain occurring to a character that was, in the end, no more than words on paper (or a screen). He said, in part: . I was the one who wanted it. We both had a bit of a cry together. I told him, that I’ll never leave him, but needed to be loved… sexually.” I could not think of anything to say, and just looked at her. Jean, went on to say, “It’s okay, I think it was a bit of a relief for him to know that it was you, and not some total stranger.” We were both holding each other’s hands, hers on top slowly caressing the back of mine. “What happens now?” I asked Jean. She just replied, “I don’t know Bob, I. Aur kaha shweta tum muje bahot achhi lagti ho aur me tumhe chodana chahta hu ye sunke wo dar gayi aur bhagne lagi mene jor se use pakada aur bed pe patak diya to bed pe gir gayi aur uska skirt ghutano ke upar chala gaya uski gori tange dekha kar mera lund machal ne laga.. Wo dar gayi thi aur ronr lagi aur muje dhakka dene lagi to maine use 2 lafe mare aur kaha chup go jao aur meri bat suno, tumhe mere sath sona hoga to usne kaha bhagwan ke liye muje jane do, aur wo jor se chillane lagi to maine. . The Queen lifts his head. She unbinds the sash from her robe, and wraps ittightly around the warrior's wrists, tying them together in front of him, andthen she rises, gesturing that he do likewise. He towers over her but it isshe who dominates the scene. She leads him away to her private chamber behindthe throne. Here, with careful fingers she unwraps the warrior's wrists and peels awayhis clothes. She commands him to stand still as she does so, and she removeseach item piece by piece. The.