In the winter of 1999/2000, Russian artillery rained down on the city continuously for over two months. Since then, Chechen bombers have destroyed wha... little the Russians missed. There's not much left standing. Grozny is a smoking, stinking hell. It's crawling with Russian soldiers inured to violence and they're deadly suspicious of the local populace, particularly males of military age. It's a dangerous place to be, and doubly dangerous without the right credentials.I didn't like the idea of. My Girls, their ages at my 94th Birthday and their children:Joy/68: Lori, Willie, JoeAbbey/49: Desiree, Loni, GaleMitch/50: Girlie, Nomi, Rosealie, LiliJun/45* at passing: Becca, ReBecca, Rowena, AdelCherise/59: Sam, RamonAnabel/43: Nikki, JoJoRose/52: IvyRosemarie/41: Jou, Karen, Steve, Krista, MannyJana/40: noneDesiree/36: Jacquine-Jake, GuyGuy, Tom, LoraGirlie/36: Ma Lynette, Maria, Mary, VennessaBecca/36: Honey, Ann, Leo, HenryRebecca/36: Diether, Luisa, Krisa, AbeLori/36: Sara, Kala, Jola,. He was sizzling! I parked across from him, and he walked over to meet me. “Wow, Mia! Lei sguardo bella stasera,” he purred. “I have no clue what that means but it sounds hot!” I whispered as I walked towards him. Then I noticed that he wasn’t smoking a cigarette; it was actually some “herbal medicine.” I breathed in, and licked my lips. He reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close, took a big puff, and blew it in my. Honest!! Afterwards, my master cleaned me up and I settled down. What followed was more intense beating and goo spraying for the years that followed.My first experience was when my master was 19. My master was invited to some sort of a freaky dance party where everyone drinks and freaks out to music. Anyway to cut the long story short, my master met this girl at the party and after he downed a few bevvies, he invited her to his abode. Now the lights were on and my master sat on a chair, as.