The first weekend I found my old tools and lifted the three oak boards by the front door. Underneath I found this old stoneware jar, still sealed with...a waxed in cork. Inside were ten fragile pages covered with very small writing and a few drawings. They were much too fragile to handle much so I booted up my computer and scanned all ten pages in, plus I zeroed in on the beautiful pen and ink pictures as well. The pages were labelled 'Love', 'His Lust', 'Her Lust' and 'Death' and at last. Priya ko koi bhi help chahiye hoti h to muhe hi call karti h kisi bhi samay mai pahle kabhi uske bare m aisa nahi sochta tha but ek din uska call aya ki didi tumhara phone try kar rahi h but lag nahi raha tum unse bat kar lo unki tabiyat sahi nahi h. Jab maine call ki to wo boli thoda headache h medicine chahiye to mai medicine lekar ghar pahuch gaya maine dawa di fir maine bola agar ap kaho to mai champi kar du to usne ha kar di aur boli yaha beta (5 yr) so raha h dusre kamre m chalet h nahi. Anyhow, many months went by, in which time I saw the odd pic of my wife appear here and there as well as the galleries that I knew of. It was then though, that the local newspapers gave a lot of publicity to a case where a guy exposed a slut on the net without her knowledge, and I noted that Margie, when talking to her friends about the case, took a very feminist attitude and totally downed the guy involved, and said that, "if it was me, I wouldn't let him get away with it."This all caused me. No particular reason, really." Lita laughed. "You guys just drive across multiple states for fun?" she asked. "Sometimes when we get bored, yeah. We're pretty adventerous for the most part." "That's awesome," Lita said. She finished her drink and "I Wanna Go" by Britney Spears began to play. Lita was feeling a pretty good buzz from the Long Island Iced Tea and she was preparing to order another when Sadie exclaimed, "Oh my God, I love this song! C'mon, dance with us." She couldn't have.