He seemed relly happy at what just went down and I knew I could trust him not to tell his mother what happened in her kitchen. I can't remember much a...ter that except we kissed one or two more times and I think I even put another 20 on the counter grabbed my tool bag and order tablet and quickly not looking back left and got into my truck. I looked back as he shut the door and when I went around the corner I pulled over and jacked off a big load into paper napkins from chicfila before I called. The news pundits had been vying with one another to predict the moment of climb-down, capitulation and compromise. In the meantime, people who were unsure where Pakistan was in relation to India had now become familiar with the names of places and politicians they couldn't hope to spell correctly. Nobody had expected the nations of the relatively prosperous Indian subcontinent to wreck everything that had been achieved in nearly a century of independence.One consequence of India's growing. There was a chatter of appreciation from the crowd. Belinda covered her breasts with her hands and looked about her nervously. A man stepped towards her on the stage; a brute of a man in black leather trousers and black cotton vest top. His heavy muscles were straining and covered in a sheen of perspiration beneath the spotlights. His eyes were wonderful, Belinda thought; a deep hazel brown, and he stared deeply into her eyes as if reading all her wants and desires in a way which made her. "Shit i'm losing her fast." I thought to myself.She stopped moving. Her head behind the locker door so I couldn't see her reaction. I moved so I could. Nearly melting to see the tears on her face."You fucking left me y/n." Through her tears she glared at me. "You left for that stupid ass whore and left me with nothing." She slammed the locker door and moved closer. "My father had fucking CANCER and you fucking LEFT me!" She shoved my chest and I fell into the wall. "And you wanna know why I'm.