Indeed, judging by his kiss, there was no means by which he could see me as a mother figure. The more I thought about his warm hands holding me close,...the more my flesh burned, and the harder I rode. Xavier was a wild spirit, and for that, William had always loved him. His coat was black as the night around us, his large head thrusting with each stride. We flowed together, each with our chests heaving as we ripped through the darkness. As we entered the woods, branches reached out to me,. He could tell a story by God. It’s a knack, one I haven’t got, but Tommy held, even to a case that turned out to be close to home:“Had one, Girl, not too long ago in Pap.” (He’d go short for Papillion).“At night, real late.”Girl was listening in rapt attention. Her father? Forget it. He would try and tell the stories of his Cleveland PD work, and it would always be a bitter disappointment. Made your ass want to eat your britches listening to him. Ugh.“A dangerous moment, Culburn. I lit him up,. Mummy: aisi konsi baat hai Jo me nahi samjhungi, akhir beti hoon tum meri, bol meri bacchi kya hua, panty gili kyu hai?Me: bataungi to ap mujhe galat samjhogi,Mummy: nahi meri bacchi, bolo kya problem hai, promise ke tmhe galat nahi samjhungi!Me: mom I do masterbate regularly…Mummy: wo kya hai?(meri typical Bengali mummy ko sahi me masterbate ka meaning pata nahi thi)Me: ungli maaMummy: oh meri pyari bacchi, isme sharmane wali koi baat he nahi hai. Sabke life me aisi stage aati hai.Me: haan. He sets the goals and expectations of the group. He gives the orders.”“That is exactly how I meant it, ” I said. “We aren’t bringing in somebody to take over Liz’s organization. We’re bringing in somebody to make sure that the four of us that got hurt can heal as well as possible and to help the rest of the staff keep the level of fitness they wish to keep. None of that will require yelling or insults. Now, sure, if we start to slack off, we expect to be called on it. But you’re not going to.