"Quit staring, and get up Marsha! I want you to meet my boss, Kurt." I managed somehow to get to my feet, "Pleased to meet you, Sir," I said with a pr...per curtsy. I was stunned but not so much as I would forget about the web page."Is dinner ready?" she asked. "I hope so, we worked up quite an appetite at work." I-I'll check Mistress, would you like a drink in the meantime?" I asked."Why thank you Marsha, I think we would. What'll you have Kurt?" she asked, as they headed into the dining. And, I think, she misses home." Ah, I can understand her homesickness. It is a hard thing to be separated from all you've ever known. But you must tell her that Spain will shortly change from the society she knew to one she wouldn't want to live in. Tell her she is more likely to spend her life in prison there than in Russia." Is she right, though? Will she be in trouble in Russia for being a 'Mujeres Libres'?" I'll tell you plainly, John, no bullshit, right? There is a risk, sure! If she. To meri biwi boli ki gand mar do na kitni khusamad kar rahi hai yah to mene kaha yar me kab mana mar raha hu anuj ki gand to me mar hi doonga lekin mujhko to sali ji ki choot chahiye to anuj bola ki tik hai aap meri gand mar lena aur me so jauga aur sali rat iski (sali) ki choot marna mene kaha tik hai to sali boli sirf ek bar hi choot marvaugi mene kaha tu sali rat mere sath hi soagi to wo boli ha meri biwi boli hum dono sali rat aapke sat hi soage to mene apna land sali ki tarf kar usko. "McCock and Sir Henry made their way to the Marine Sergeants' Mess Hall with McCock advising the Intel officer,"Whatever is going down will be at Settlement. I want to establish a watch over the city to cover it completely to keep a record of events and ... yes ... hook it into U93 for transmission to U91, 92 and 94. Suit?" Don't know yet, Aggy," laughed Sir Henry, "I don't even know if I have the UVAs ready. Have a seat while I play."Sir Henry took his place at his console and worked the menu.