. she hadn't said she was joking...His phone was in his lap, and the index finger of his right hand twitched as he thought about dialing her. What cou...d he say? "I've got two weeks off and I'm dying to come see you?" She'd freak out. Nothing had been said about him ever going to see her. In fact, both of them had remarked on how they'd never see each other in person. That was a given. That they had any kind of relationship at all was a fluke, an accident of her urge to complain to a government. He was about to say something.“Hello is anyone here?” The female voice said from outside.I sighed, “Saved by the bell,” I said to myself.We both stepped outside. A woman stood there. She was in her late fifties, dressed in black. The only contrast was her grey hair. Father Petrou recognised her, straight away.“Sophia, what brings you to church, this early?”“I need your help, Father. It’s Chris. I don’t know what to do, Father. Ever since his release from prison, he’s depressed. He won’t go out. Mere frnds ne bola aaj se teri mom teri biwi h bhai jamse choodna..Mene haaa bola …Aur mom boli ghar chalte h bcoz sab humko chida rhe the….Mom ko sharam arhe thi…Hum ghr peMom…Baby kaha ho me..Jjaan me bedroom me hu yha aajo mom.Ayi bedroom me red saree pehen kar me…Whhh meri jaan aaj bht mast lag rhe h…Chal aaja aaj swagraat h humara mom..Yes baby muje tension horhe h me…Kyu isse pehle mera baap ka lund liya toh h mom…Ye kyu aisa baat kr rhe ho sibin me..Q mom acha nai lga mom..Nai jaan tum. Startled Beate let go of the tail and pulled her hand from his pants. No sooner had the guard over, grabbed the negro Beate's shoulders and pushed them past the other passengers. He remained standing in front of the laundry room, shoved Beate and came immediately. Grinning, he closed the door behind him. "We fuck alone, now we" whispered the negro. With these words he lifted Beate and covered her face and her mouth with passionate kisses. Then he put Beatrice on the sink, rolled up her sweater.