Mera lund abb tambu bna chuka tha main sab janta tha ki wo mera lund ko dekh rhi he.Mai normal rha.Jese muje kuj nhi pta.Dili to lund ki or dekh rhi t...i.Hmare or oske ghr ki shat ke bitch only do fith ki diwar he.Hum ek dusre ke gili kapdoo me bigge jismo ko dekh rhe the.Maine ek dam age bda to mera pair slip ho gya or mera dono hath side dili ke golll mummoo pr.Osse bi said je sab acha lg rha tha to.Osne koi virod nhi kiya.Maine sorry kha.Or ossse normal bate krne lga.Or hum ek sath barish me. . What would I do?I blinked at the tears forming, hugging myself as the pounding of the surf against the black cliffs grew louder. Phosphorescent flares of blue washed up the dark stones, churned by the water breaking on cliff.“That’s beautiful.”I jumped and let out a gasp of shock at the sudden voice. I spun around, clutching my heart. Angela stood behind me in her armor, her red hair falling about her shadowed face. She had a smile on her lips.“You were deep in thought. So I guess you didn’t. “Besides with all that ammo going off I doubt you could get close enough.”“Probably just as well, they would have an odd taste to them,” he said as he started to walk away.“Axle, make a circle and take pictures of this fiasco. I may need them later,” I said. “Also, keep them to yourself.”By now dozens of ambulances, EMTs and Medevacs were arriving to care for the injured and dead.I sent Anne and Andrew to use their phones to take pictures of everything, everyone and their position. I knew we. .. to obey the the laws she decreed. The child Junior carried, Wendolyn Wanzor Austin IV, couldn’t/wouldn’t believe she was no better than her subjects.Mary stayed with me as I derigged (we call it struck ... as in take it down and put it away) the spinnaker and its constituent parts. When I started tearing down it was late evening. By the time I had it done and stowed away it was full dark.“Okay ... here’s the skinny ... your watch ... Cynthia’s watch but freely given ... you should remember.