Even just a candle flame could hold her undivided attention, flickering and flaring, twisting and turning, quaking at the least discernible breeze. Bu... best of all was a bonfire. That made autumn worthwhile. Perhaps that was why she loved the leaves — they meant the coming of the fire. The leaves would be collected, raked into a big pile and then the treasure hunt began. Anything that could or would burn was added to the pile — a fallen limb or tree was gold, but old fences, broken furniture,. Instead, she was greeted with the acrid taste of her salty urine. She let out another disappointed moan, again hearing the crowd laugh at her humiliation. She couldn't avoid her thirst though, and could do nothing but submit. A few minutes later, as she once again finished the piss that had been pushed to her water bottle, she let out a hesitant moan, "mm....mmmmmm?" Again the crowd laughed as a volunteer squeezed her piss back up for her to drink.--The exhibition closed at 11, and by. Fir socha pata nahi us k ghar mai koun koun hoga .Fir day mai 1 baje us k msg aaya hi maine bola “hi” us ne pucha or kya ho raha hai miane bola bas ek pari se subha mila tha us ko hi yaad kar raha hu us ne bola acha ji vese vo pari kafi time se tum ko dekh rahi thi but tum ne notes hai nahi kiya to bato kese bato ge mujhe exercise maine bola jese aap bolo maine to bola k place chiye gym ya ghar us ne bola k oh ho kafi jaldi mai ho ghar aane k liye maine bola bas mai to aap ki help karna chata. However Joe stopped me with his threat that came a week or two later when he came home and found me packing my bags. Sherri was at my mom's and I was packing our bags and going to join her there. Joe came into the bedroom as I opened the suitcase."What the fuck do you think your doing?" Joe asked angry and loud."I am leaving you," I replied turning to him. Joe slapped me across my face. Then he grabbed me by my shirt throwing me up against the wall. He punched at me with his fists knocking me.