Ma patient ke ps baitha hua tha mujhe bahut tensn ho rhi thi ma upset baitha hua tha usi tym dr.Ayi wo bahut sexy thi mujhe boli dont worry he will be...ok and smiled at me.But esi situation me ma flirting krne k bilkul bhi mood me nhi tha fer dr. Ka assistant ayea aur bola operation subah hoga 9 vje i said ok hum usko ward me le gyea. Hospital bahut bda tha.Cousin ko raat ko pain hone lgga jor se maine uske injection lgva dea pain killer .Wo so gyea but ma sari raat jagta rha subah usko fer se. It wasn't her fault." You are correct ... It wasn't her fault ... It was yours..."The harsh rebuke made Kay crumble inside. She had never felt so terrible, so ashamed of herself. Her best friend had been punished, all because she wouldn't shut up and do as she was told. Her mother always said that her sassy mouth would get her into trouble, and here it was.Growing up with nothing but older brothers had taught her not to take shit from anyone; that when you were backed into a corner you had to. By the by i am Suraj i am 22 year old. This story is about my mom. Her name is Shyama, she is a perfect mallu woman. She is 47 years old, curly hairs till waist, not much fatty, she is 36-34-38. She has been in Mumbai for a long time but her mallu accent is still there. When she walks I notice every one finds to have a look of her, she is not that fair but not that darker too. She is a very spiritual lady, u can identify it with her chandan ka tilak which she always put.Coming to the story, we. After some digging with a trowel and cutting some roots with a pair of large pruning shears, Jr finally freed the box and handed it down to Trey. After handing the box to me, Trey turned back and steadied the ladder while Jr climbed down. With Jr carrying the box, Trey the ladder and me the tools we went back to my garage and Frank placed the box on my work bench.Turning on the overhead lights, we started a careful inspection of our “box”. The brass frame was a couple of inches larger in all.