Why? I wonder if once I found out who shot me if that would make any more sense. The hardest thing for me to understand is why Nicky hadn't called 911...immediately. Eight minutes passed before she made that call. Was she hoping that I would die? Did she hate me that much? I refused to believe that.Nicky had always been a loving wife. Since the shooting she has done everything possible to show me how much she loved me. I supposed that guilt could have something to do with that but could it be. There was no point in attempting to go North up out of the State entirely because the roads were terribly clogged and one would get stuck out on the highway. Still, putting the shutters on the recently purchased thin-walled home was a habit of long-time standing with Tammy and she knew it would set her mother’s mind at rest to know all preparations had been taken.The folks in the stucco and cement-block homes on the other side of the coastal highway had been allowed to stay if they so desired. I m writing a true story of my bhabhi who has now became a real slut.I Will write many parts of it.without wasting any time i am gonna start my story. first let me explain myself iam 5’7 and study in 11 the story occured when i was in 8 now my bahbhi she is the sexiest women i have ever sene her figure is 38/28/36 her big boobs just can make any person go crazy unka naam savita hailets start the story main hindi mein bataoungamain apne bahi aur bahbhi ki saath 3 saalon se rahta hoon kyunki mere. She needed instruction, and I didn’t know where to turn for it. I expressed my concern over this to her one afternoon. ‘Mom . . .’ she said hesitantly. ‘Mom?’ ‘Yes, sweetheart. What is it?’ I encouraged. She paused and bit her lip, trying to get the words out. I sat silently, waiting. ‘Mom . . .’ Then it came out in a rush. ‘I don’t know if I want a tutor!’ ‘What?’ I said, stunned. ‘Mom, it’s just that . . .Well, I don’t think I want a tutor. I don’t think I even want to be a goddess. ‘I don’t.