Sister Susan, meanwhile, wasn't having fun. She'd married, too, but I gathered the marriage was a stormy one. "Well, she was always like that," Stan s...id, making me glad that nothing had developed between us, "but Stafford's worse. Much worse."That came to a head one weekend in March. Sheila, Stan, and I were sitting round their fireplace in the downstairs den, listening to Prokofiev and sipping wine, when the phone rang. It was Susan, sobbing so hard that I could hear it ten feet from the. I can’t help but wait another minute before I get in because it’s going to feel so very fucking crowded in there. He’s still listening to Explosions in the Sky. I get in and am grateful for the heater that he had fixed last winter finally. I turn up the music and lean my head back, watch the wet streaking lights of the shops as he pulls away. I don’t know how to fix this. It’s not the old, it’s not the new… it’s some broken version of in between. ‘Can we go to that spot?’ I don’t like how meek. That is..." Yeah," Martinez interrupted. "That is the near the home of Consuela's parents. They have a hardscrabble farm and raise goats, about ten miles south of there. It's in Baja California ... nice place. That's where we were married, too." Yes," Io continued. "That is why it took me so long to find a record of the marriage. Actually I did not find the marriage license. I found a record in the California files that reflected that a marriage took place in Mexico. It is undoubtedly filed. “Main apne room mein ja raha hun, sab safai kar aa jaiyo.”Puja bartan dhone lagi.Agar randi na bani hoti to woh abhi so rahi hoti aur ab use room mein bhi ghusne ke liye puchna padta hai. Puja kam kar kamre mein gayi.Use pata tha vha uski chut chudai honi hai. Andar gayi to Birju nanga leta lund ko masal raha.Puja kamre mein ghus, andar Birju nanga leta hua tha. Usne Puja ko bed par ane ko bola. Puja bed par aa gayi aur Birju ke pairo ke pas baith gayi.“Chal pair daba, sala jhadu mar mar ke.