She was looking at the moon, but he was looking at her.There was lust, yes, but there was love flowing through him. It was a wonder how he could love ...his woman so intensely when they'd only just started to get to know each other. Still, in some ways, it seemed he'd known her forever. Then, it was time.Ken was never able to recall what they chanted or how long they chanted it. He remembered that everything had made sense while they were doing it, but now he couldn't even remember the words.. I've nothing against her; in truth I'm very fond of her, and she does appreciate my visits. The problem isn't so much with my daughter as with her children. No, again, that isn't fair. They're nice children; reasonably well behaved and polite and they, too, enjoy a visit from their Grandpa. No, the problem lies not with my grandchildren as people but the very fact that they exist at all. That doesn't sound right either. I would be very sad if they didn't exist. I'm not making much sense. I'll. Maine pusha kiya mai itna bura dikhta hu, usne bola esi koi baat ni tum bhut ashe ho, aur fir raat ko uski call ayi boli kappu I love u aur call kaat di, meri to khushi ka tikana e ni tha ke itni sunder ladki meri life me aa gyi, us raat to bilkul v neend ni ayi, subah se usko dekhne ka man kr raha tha, sham ko tution padne ana tha usne, kasam se sham tak ka fasla 1 year jitna lg raha tha, fir sham ko jab vo ayi tution lene usne mujhe jor se hug kiya uske chote chote boob mere sine se lge jab. I don't get many visitors, just the occasional wandering shepherd who no one misses. But that's the thing about shepherds: let them get away and no one knows what will happen. Best case scenario, they'll call up the town guards. Worst, they go all hero on you and some idiot with a burgeoning destiny tries to stick you with a magic sword.I have a place just to the side of the entrance I like to strike from. Got some good shadows and the intruders are always looking forward. As quiet as I could.