“My time is running short. Younger men might one day conquer death through technology, and medical advances, but I cannot afford to wait that long.�...�“I don’t understand,” Ethan muttered, “how does having a building full of ghosts help you cheat death?”“I would not expect you to understand, dear boy. Few are privy to the secret knowledge that I was able to uncover during my search for the metaphorical fountain of youth. It seemed so fanciful at first, but the more I learned, the more evidence. To the four parents I said, "I have a few reasons for showing you what I'm about to show you, but the most recent reason is to address Mom's concern at my ability to handle someone attacking me with a gun." Which immediately created a serious atmosphere in the room. -- "Prof isn't credible as a scary person, so Dad, you're going to have to play the role of the 'violently deranged homicidal idiot'. Do you think you can do that? Haha." Plus I didn't want to kill Prof by giving him a heart. She slipped her homemade breastforms into the cups and admired herself in mirror.Michele opened a package of seamless, flesh-toned, fifteen denier stockings and rolled them up her legs attaching them to the four garters on each side of the bodice of her waist cincher. She had selected a charcoal grey business suit with a knee length pencil skirt with rear kick pleat and a white silk long sleeved blouse. She liked the idea of wearing the risqué bustiere under the conservative suit. She stepped. Actually my father use to work in construction company he work whole day and came back in the evening same like me but my uncle work at night so this because my mother and uncle get chance to fuck each other. Ok now I am starting the story in Urdu language. Aik din main afternoon main ghar juldi aa gya ub mujay yaad nai kia waja thi kune k yeh baat 3 saal porani hai,main nay ami ko daikaha saray rooms main except uncle k room,uncle humaray sath rehtay hain,tu main zara heiraan hoa k mom kahan.