Muze pata nahin tha ki jiju us vakt ghar par honge aur tum…tum….Didi ne muze aashvasan diya ki kuchh bura hua nahin tha. Vo boli : Dekh, Suman, se... ke bare men ham bilkul khule vichar ke hein. Chod ne chudava ne se ham sankoch nahin rakhate hein. Ham do no bich samzauta bhi hua hai ki tere jiju kisi bhi ladaki ko chod sakate hein aur mein kisi bhi man pasand mard se chudava sakati hun. Lekin air gair ke saath ham chudai nahin karate. Hamara ek chhota sa group hai jin ke members aapas men group. “Party. I didn’t really want to go, anyway.” I grinned and pulled my legs up, shifting until I was sitting cross-legged. A glance down had my smile widening. We could both see a lot of my body under the shirt. My hair was long enough that it soaked the area over my breasts, and the way I was sitting had the shirt riding up to barely cover the other areas. Samuel laughed uneasily, and I glanced over at him. He was staring. Good. “Er, sheesh, I’m sorry.” His voice was a little husky, and he. Now was not the time to worry about it. The scenario, as of this moment, was that we would get married the spring after graduation, and probably live in Baltimore, or perhaps a little closer to New York. But nothing was caste in stone.On Friday morning I was excited at work, on edge, knowing I was to get my offer that day. I began my day as usual, going to Legal and picking up all the "clearance approval" folders for distribution to the ad and script people. I opened the "Question" folder and. "Kyubi." His voice was like steel as he pushed to his feet and began storming down the cathedral-like hallway. Things were beginning to make sense now; he had never been one to be bothered by dark thoughts, his childhood having taught him that the only way to remain even slightly sane was to ignore all dark thoughts, so the barrage of discouraging and disquieting questions he had been plagued by over the past couple of weeks just had to have been caused by the Nine-Tailed Fox. It would also.