Arre dabane ko tangen meri tum daba meri janghen rahe ho. Kia baat hai aaj karna kia chahte ho?”Maine bua ki janghon par haath ferte huye apni ungli...n usski chut ke paas le gaya aur bola” Bua agar chaho to sare badan par malish kar doon agar tum mera kam bhi kar do. Aaj main bhi bahut utawala hoon aurat sukh ke liya. Tum jaisi sexy aurat mujhe anand de de to main mast ho jaun ga. Sach bua tu kissi college ki ladki se adhik sexy ho. Mera man dol raha hai tere husan ko dekh kar,” Bua hansti hui. I should go home. It’s too late to be here. Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things. It wasn’t that she didn’t love the job, bigger museums had offered her jobs with better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed because she wanted to be with the collection. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb. She felt like one of the slaves buried with the old kings, tending the dead. I rode the bus for about 40 minutes until we stopped at her house. Her name was Andrea. She was about 5'4, long blonde hair, with the perfect body. I never realized how large her ass and tits were until about halfway through 10th grade. She was two years older than me. Whenever the bus stopped at her house, it was full; so she sat next to me. I didn't think she ever liked me, but I was somewhat attracted to her. One day, she sat down next to me and scooted over until her body was pressing. The two shooters were still trying to get away, driving erratically on three working tires, as the driver had the gas pedal floored. The car was responding poorly, but they were still making headway. However the driver saw a vehicle enter the intersection ahead of him, blue lights flashing. Since this was only a narrow suburban street, the police car essentially blocked the whole intersection so they didn't have much choice. There wasn't much chance of being able to drive across the nearby.