Morgan stared at the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. Okay, well then tell me about yourself. Dasha sighed. My name is Dasha, Im sixteen. I was a ...ationally ranked figure skater. I was supposed to compete in junior states to qualify for the Olympics. Karl worked the zamboni at my rink. Hed been watching me for months, planning this. Oh, Morgan said. What about you? Dasha asked her. Nothing special about me. Im fourteen, just started high school. I was riding my bike to school when Karl came. Mene kaha nikaal lo na… Usne meri zip kholi aurlund ko bahar nikal lia… Dekh kar boli baap re itna lamba.. M hasa bola haan for U…. Wo mera lund maslana suru kar di.. M uske neck ko chat rha th continue…wo bhi mera neck chat rahi thi aur lund v masal rahi thi.. Fir mene uske top me haath ghusa kar boobs ko bahar nikal lia… Waoooomst bade bade the… Love that…. Mene nipple chusna suru kar dia… Wo mera lund jor se dabane lagi… fir mene bola muh me le lo na… Wo boli yaha sahi rhega….?? Maine bola. Over," came the demand."Jockey 3, Hand 6. Are you ready to receive our updated report? Over." the Major sent very calmly."Hand 6, Jockey 3. Send your report. Over," came the impatient reply."Jockey 3, Hand 6. Today we collected the bodies of the enemy soldiers killed during the attack on our camp last night, and located their Command Group. We also located the unit that had been at our northern site."Our people at the southern camp also located the Command Group of those that attacked them, and. After the first one that had surprised them both, they retreated back to light, cautious kisses, such as Simon kissing her hello or Connie kissing him good night. They continued to have their movie nights—more of them as the weather grew colder—but now Connie snuggled up against him while they watched like a girlfriend would. She knew it would be difficult to stop pretending when the time came. Until then, she couldn’t help herself. The Friday before Thanksgiving, Simon had stumbled home late,.