.All these talk was making me uncomfortable..Talking in messages is a separate issue and in reality a different ball game all together.Mom: bolo kuch....Don’t be quiet.Me: kya bolu main..I am ashamedMom: when you were doing that, was there someone else also..Koi aur tha waha..??I instantly thought may be she wants to know who was messaging her..I planned to play along.Me: doing what maa?? Kab??Mom: are..When you wer holding the panty and smelling it..Koi tha kya..In the spur of the moment she. There was a 3 sided bench with room for 3 people to sit in a u shape around the end of the room opposite the screen as well as a padded short wide stool that could be moved anywhere. I fed some tokens into the machine and got a movie started and then left to find someone to play with Karen. After a couple of minutes wait a middle aged, average looking guy came out of one of the booths. He appeared clean and decent so I approached him and said Hi. He looked a little apprehensive but said Hi. Glade City was thelast Confederate hold-out on the planet and the last ship out had just liftedoff. Erin looked up, shielding her eyes with her hand and watched as the lastship lifted off, with it's escort of giant humanoid robots, Armored Frames. "NOOOO!!!" Lauren screamed as she dropped to her knees, and Sindar beganto cry. "FREEZE!" A mechanical voice behind them ordered. Erin turned around and found a squad of Deus soldiers with their sapphireblue goggled masks pointing their assault. Chantal Warriner stared at her flawless features in the rearview mirror, wondering how she got so lucky. She knew how. Her perfect mother had married her perfect father and she had become the perfect baby. And Chantal Warriner was perfect in every way. She had graduated three years ago from Beachville Academy with a perfect 4.0 grade point and had been accepted to Harvard. She had graduated a year early with a degree in art history and had found the perfect job, managing a museum in France..