He was pacing back and forth. He was in uniform: his Navy blues. She was always late and always kept him waiting, he mused. He saw her through the gla...s front door as she came down the stairs inside, finally.“Hi, sorry, I’m late,” she said.“No problem, babe. Pizza?” he said.“Sounds good,” she said. They headed off to the pizza parlor, some four blocks from the dorm, on foot.They were sitting in a booth waiting on the pizza to be done. “So have you decided about, you know, us?” he said, testing. Neha: hai rabba itna jabardast muje kabhi kisi ne nahi choda, mast chodta hai re tu.Me: tu ruk tuje aur jabardast choduga.Aisa kehke me neha ki chut masalni laga aur boobs pe katne laga.Neha: oooh please itna jor se mat kato nishan pad jayega.Tabtak bohot late ho gaya tha uske booobs pe bohot nishan pad gaye the mene fir chusna jari rakha.Neha: tumme sach me dum hai mene aaj tak in do chinalo ko apna gulam banake rakha tha apni man marji se inhe istamal karti thi. Par aaj to tune muje apne wash. .. driving her to the very edge of something....... and then stopping. Each time the sensations stopped, they left her hanging in the black nothingness moaning her frustration.Then the voices began. Were they auditory hallucinations? Or was someone speaking to her? What were they saying? What were they asking? Carly concentrated with all her might on the voice that was just beyond the veil of silence. Then she could hear it. It was speaking in a strange tongue. It sounded like the. And it isn’t sweet. It eats at you, like a cancer, forever knowing what you did, unable to come clean, to expose your own duplicitous and evil nature. Yes, there is a moment of triumph, of feeling victorious over the other who caused you pain, but it is only momentary. In the long run, there is no peace. Particularly when you aren’t a duplicitous and evil person, at least in the eyes of everyone around you. From their perspective I’m a caring husband and father, a bit of a workaholic, fun and.