Main to maan hi maan khus hua. Agle din main office chala gya jb ghar aaya to dekha naye kirayedaar aagye hai…Pr mujhe to pooja ko dekhna tha magar ...sse pahle pooja ki maa milli jo ek mast maal thi unko dekhte hi mera murga andar hi andar ghumne laga unki kamar……34 ki chuchi to lag rha tha ki bra me aa hi nahi sakti itni badi….Maan to yahi kar raha tha ki bllause phaar ke chuchi ko apne mooh me thoos lo prr sanckooh ……Bas dua salam hua aur main apne kamre me chala gya……….Shaam me takriban 6.30. Patrick’s Day this year. And unfortunately, I mean the one on Saturday, not the real one that was supposed to be Monday. However, we celebrated both of those. It was one of my friend’s parties that evening, a girl on my floor. She threw one whenever she felt like it, and that Friday was a good a time as any. Another friend of mine, Marie, asked me to watch over a mutual friend, Ed, who had imbibed just a bit too much. Ed was tall and lumbering, and very, very drunk. It was rather comical. I. .. certainly in those conditions; but okay, I was the one with experience.I wasn’t out to go sailing, not really. I just wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Of course, I could have done that with a remote cottage in the Highlands, perhaps, but I do like boats and sailing. Anyway, the first objective was to get established in a quiet spot, and I was aiming for Pyefleet Creek, just the other side of Mersea Island. There, we’d be out of the way, with Brightlingsea just. Erica became aware of her surroundings and realized she was in a cold, dark room, which was only furnished with the bare essentials. A iron bed, a bucket and bowl with some water in it, and a chair, not like anything she had seen before. It had a small seat with a large hole in it and was fitted with rings at the back. She came fully awake and realized she was in a cellar. A few moments later there was a rattle of keys and the door opened, revealing a woman dressed in a black one-piece rubber.