Or muze boht chidhane lge muze gussa aa rha tha pr muzme etni takat nhi thi ki mai unhe kuch kr sku.Phir wo bole chl kl milna mai mjak kr rha thaor me...e gal pr ek chata mara mjakse pr wo bhi muze boht jorse lgaDusre din mai clgme gya to wo merese phle hi clg poch gye the unhone muze bola kyu be etna late kyu aaya to maine bola ki mai thoda bahr gya tha to rohit ne kaha mummy ke sath kya or jor jorse hasne lge muze kuch smja nhi or maine bhi thoda hus diya clg me rohit ka ek ldke ke sath zagda. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Don't test me, Janice. Don't think about it. I will fuck... you up." Mark's stare, more menacing than his words. Janice hung up the phone handle, stood up and walked out of the penitentiary. Trembling and crying. She waited for the bus, alone. Feeling numb, what was she supposed to do? That's when she had her epiphany. She would quit drinking. Move away from her mom's bad influence. Save the money needed to hire a good lawyer. He could make Mark divorce. Out with the original logbooks and hunt until there was provenience for an engine change, a new elevator, a flap or a switch. I demanded bill of sale for every nut, bolt or screw.While it was all packed in dried out United States Military Standard MIL-C-11796C Class 3 preservative ... cosmoline, everything was also stamped U.S. Government Property ... not the screws or nuts ... but the larger bolts were.During the war, somewhere there was a plant making MIL SPEC bolts and there was an inspector. I look myself up and down, over that thin, girlish, light pink mini dress that barely covers my butt and becomes almost transparent in the right lighting, and I feel naked. The bow is still in my handbag, the one my Mistress had tied around the packet with the dress, next to the letter with the short but precise instructions - not more than the time, the address and the short sentese "Wear this, nothing else, go to the personell and ask for lesbian bondage magazines."My stomach rolls into a.