Fir mene apna dhire se piche le gaya dhire se dabaya par is bar usne kuch nhi kaha mene fir ek ungli uski chut pe le gaya aur fir masalne laga pata nh... sayad ussey acha laga mien ussey karta raha fir uth kar chali gayi sayad wo nhi karna chati Us raat pehli baar mene chut ko touch kiya tha aur wo pal aur usi ke barey mien soch ta rha dusre din mien sako chali mien magazine padh rha tha snehal achanak aa gayi to mene book bandh kar ke fold kar di taki usey cover photo na dikheyFir usney pucha. ’ ‘There’s no one else for me to be angry with right now.’ Meg knew she was being irrational but she was broke and homeless. She was in no mood to be kind. ‘Well, maybe next time you should check into who you’re paying before you shell out that kind of money.’ With a glare, the manager turned and walked into the building. Meg stared after him and fought down the urge to stamp her feet and scream at the top of her lungs. She was about to turn around and kick her car’s tires just to relieve some. "Like I said before, you need to cut it down."I walked around the tree again, looking at the branches again and giving it some thought. This tree had been shading my house for years, had kept my back yard cool on a summer day and now I have to choose to take it down or risk the destruction of a friend's house on my dime. It was not an easy decision. "Ok, take it down."Troy smiled. He was pleased. "You made the right choice. When do you want this done?"The negotiations have begun. Now I was. When I said no he asked if I was mad at him. Again, I just said no. He just kinda sat there awhile and I stood there looking around. It was one of the most awkward moments of my life. I couldn’t help but notice the slightly sad look on his face. I felt bad at that moment for making him think I was mad at him. I chuckled. He asked what has been going on. This is it I thought. I gathered all the courage I had and even some I didn’t know I had and went to him. I watched his reaction as I sat on.