I should have been ready for it. I mean, seriously, it's not every daysomeone survives a plane crash, let alone one that happened over a yearago. An... who knows if any details of exactly who had returned from theisland had gotten out. I wasn't ready though, and I panicked.I grasped for the door handle to try to run, but it was locked. I know Iscreamed, I think when one of the men held on to me, trying to calm me, Iwas hyperventilating, and finally, in blind panic, I'm ashamed to say. She was looking awesome she had very good 36 size of boobs. i got shocked seeing this but till then i never had that intention as she was my colleague. She came near to me and spoke to me for a while and she went off.After the wedding we all started back and we had 2 more days holidays so few people went to their native from there directly so around 10 people were left.While booked the tourist bus only for one way and booked APSRTC on the return so we all went and got into the bus and started. Behind her Beall had briefly glimpsed the new stove's glow.In the tavern he found Stud Farrell stacking up dirty dishes for the slave woman in the kitchen. "Got another one, sheriff. Stage driver brung it in yesterday on his way north." From under a bottle Stud produced a folded piece of brown paper with "C. Bell" scribbled on the outside.The message inside was just two crudely printed words: GIL DED."Damn," said Alexander Beall loudly, crumpling the paper. He stalked out of tavern, pushed open. I got even more paranoid. The need for proper planning played an even bigger part in my life. To be honest Lois’s visit hadn’t caused an earlier than planned retirement from the liquor business. It had in fact delayed my retirement, because of Lois the business stayed challenging for another six months.By the time I got really bored I had been retired from the Sheriff’s department for thirteen months. In all honesty I wasn’t bored to tears, but I knew I was headed for that. With that in mind I.