I was getting to like this gun more and more.Time to move, again. I shifted more to my left, 4 trees this time; I didn't want to establish a pattern t...at they could catch me on. I thought I saw movement in the brush, so I fired at it, more to shake up the other guys and get them to make a mistake than to hit one of them. The scream I heard told me that I had been unreasonably lucky again. I had no idea where I had hit the man, but it had to be in some place that made an impression.When I moved. " Yeah, but you ain't swimmin'." She poked my stomach. "Getting' kinda pudgy, are ya?" No." I wasn't but I couldn't say I wasn't worried about it."I guess not. So?" What?" So why you up 'fore the crack uh dawn if you ain't swimmin'?"I shrugged. "I can't sleep." Maybe you got too much energy." I might; I doubted it. "Maybe you need a new outlet." She was probably about right. "You don't swim like you used to. You don't work like you used to. You don't screw around like you used to." MOM!" she. Jub mai ghar par aya to deka koi nahi hai to maine toni se pucha bhabhi kaha gai hai to usne kaha didi aur maa bajar gai hai mai akali hu fir kay tha maine uske hath ko pakar kar apane pass khich liya aur use gale laga liya ispar wo thori shakpai to maine kah kay hua aaj to koi nahi hai is par usne koi jabab nahi diya aur wo v mujh se lipit gai phir maine dhire se usake chuchi ko preesh karne lage is par wo garam ho gai to mene usako kaha ki chalo hum bedrum me chalate hai or ham dono bedrum me. He knew full well that his hand was ice cold. Her skin was warm in contrast. ‘Max.’ ‘Megan.’ He nuzzled her ear. She glanced over her shoulder at him. ‘What are you doing?’ Max did not answer her. Instead, he rubbed his hand back and forth across the smooth skin of her stomach. Every few passes, his hand would dip down to her waistband. He could tell she was getting turned on, she pressed her hips back into him. ‘What do you want?’ He whispered in her ear, bringing his hand closer to the place.