Com mein tha3) Net connection lagthe lagthe ussne mera saath connection joda (part 1 and 2) aur yeh mera 4 story hai. Yeh story mere ek friend jisne m...je mail kiya or bola ki aap mera real story iss mein dal sakthe hai mein bola real hai toh dalunga naki friction or fake kyu ki muje fake story bilkul naa pasand hai. Toh dosto aab mein aaka time na waste karke aapni story pe aatha hu. Toh story start hoti hai yeh story hai reema naam ki aurat ki jiso sardar ne choda uske baad ek aur aadmi ne. He sat there quietly as Tyrone now brought over a bowl of water anddipped his right hand and stuck another bottle in his mouth making himhold it with his left."Don't move that hand and drink this down or this day will get ten timesworse," said Tyrone grinning.Tommy was shaking now trying to hold it in drinking until finally he heardthe sprinklers click on outside and his bladder gave way as he felt thewarmth in his diaper. He was totally disguised as he sat there unable toconcentrate on the. "It wasn't human any more, he had no more soul than a TV set. It's called 'dusting.' Stick one with a wooden stake in the heart and they turn to a fine dust." This is all nice," the old man told her, "but not the issue. Some stupid pacos are the issue." He pointed at Kennedy. "You think you are so smart, so good! Well, it will all be on your shoulders. Talk, tap dance, perform whatever miracles you want. Convince them not to bother me. The first time I'm bothered, threatened, hassled ... or if. They exited the car and hand in hand walked up the steps. Unlocking the door, he led her into the house. Taking her hand again, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor, Jay led her into the living room, where he stopped and stood in front of her. Pointedly she looked at her watch. "Alright mister, you've got an hour," she grinned. "Fine," he replied, his voice low and firm. "Close your eyes and stand still." She almost laughed. "Okay," she said in mock-subservience, and did as he told..