Agar koi mistake ho to plz maf kr dena.About me meri body athletic he. Aur story he ki kaise me mere ek dost ki wajah se ek ladkiyo ke group se use hu.... To ab story suru karte he. Meri ek dost thi sonu(name changed) aur me uske sath kafi free tha aur hum aksar bate karte the. Ek din usne muze uski birthday party ke liye bulaya aur waha aur 3 ladkiya thi . Toh hamne party ki aur fir game khelne lage to usme muze dare diya ki apni shirt utarkr baitho pahle me thoda nervous tha lekin badme mene wo. ." Don't tell me you haven't even booked," said Karen.The Lord's temper snapped. With one hand he held the flunkey by the throat, his feet dangling off the ground. "Listen carefully," he snarled. "Tell Karajan that Stefan is here. I need a box, with a view, I need complimentary bar service from the cellar and I need a waiter or waitress on call outside the door. I also need a Viennese Cream Pastry with one fucking candle, LIGHTED, delivered after the first interval. Do you understand?"Stefan. She turned the photo over, for me to read, ‘Your sister Jennifer’, written in the same handwriting as the letter my father left me. “If you’re not satisfied, you can both have a DNA test tomorrow.” Pushing the picture in my hand, she turned around and walked away.Putting my things back in my overnight bag, I started to make my way to the reception so I could check-out. The manager tried to talk me into staying until morning. I told him I had to be back at work early tomorrow. Something which. What is all this stuff?" Oh, nothing important just some old stuff from my college days."I could tell that she really didn't want to talk about it. So, I didn't ask any more questions. But I was curious. Later that night, after we had settled into for the evening, she came up to me and said,"I owe you an explanation about the contents of that box. I don't want to start our marriage with any secrets between us." You don't have to if you don't want to; whatever it is, it's all ancient history as.