He was walking towards me, I licked my lips, in what I hoped was a sexy way. He smiled at me, this was really happening, my chest was tight, and my br...ath was short. I could hear my heart beating. I tilted my head upwards, in anticipation of him kissing me. But he didn’t. He gripped my throat, squeezing it, I felt his other hand between my legs. I felt nice, it felt right. “So little Lucy, you like this?” I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. “Then you’ll do whatever I say, you understand?”. I opened the door. "Can I see your identity pass, please," I asked. The girl fished in her bag and pulled out a small clam shell-shaped frame. One side held a daguerreotype image of the girl, the other the intricately printed form that identified her as an accredited member of the event service team. Security for the marriage was understandably tight. Members of the Household Cavalry were in attendance in ceremonial uniform but there were others there too, checking passes and tickets, opening. I kicked her again, this time in the stomach. The hatred I felt for this girl was boiling, and I was elated to see her drop to the ground curled into a ball."I'm going to teach you some manners," I growled, feeling the urge to beat her physically like she and my ex-girl friend had done to me mentally. I dropped to my knees and rolled her over on her back, punching her squarely on the jaw, and causing her to grip her face in pain."Fuck you, you bastard!" she screamed, her eyes dark with rage and. Aur ho sake to 2 days ki chutti lelo kyunki tumhare bhai ki tabiyat theek nahi hai..To disha ne kaha ki theek hai …Aur mummy daddy chale gaye..Dopahar tak disha ne linch taiyar kiya aur mere kamre me aakar mere tabiyat ke baare me poochne lagi…To maine kaha ki mai theek hu..Abhi sirf halka bukhar hai wo bhi theek ho jaayega…Aur wo kehne lagi ki mai nahane jaa rahi hu..Thodi der me aati hu …Phir lunch karenge..Aur wo mere hi baathroom me chali gayi…Aur jab wo nahane lagi to darwaja khula hua.