"It's okay, Gibbs." Tony's voice was extra gravelly now, his fangs gleaming in the moonlight. "We won't hurt you. Trust me..." Tony brushed a hand ove... Gibbs' chest before bending down to examine Gibbs' thigh with Abby.Gibbs wished he could, but the loss of control and the unpredictability of Abby and DiNozzo were starting to wear on his patience."The femoral artery is here," she said, tracing his muscle. "But that is too deep and even though our saliva arouses, it would still hurt him. We want. I mentallykicked myself for not realising it before this. Now it was my turn togive her a hug.And that was pretty much how the evening went. We danced some more,drank more than we probably should have, and enjoyed ourselves greatly -even Gerda who cheered up considerably. It was almost one in the morningby the time the final stragglers left and Helmut, Gerda, and I were ableto make our way to our respective beds. Castle Rumstahl's Annual AutumnBall had, as always, been a great success. What. Mene osko boli kachii gilii ho gai ab otar di varna fat jaege vo hasne lagi n vo bhe ye chahtii thiii but keh nahe rahe thi vo bolii kuch galat hua toh mene kaha dnt wry trust me toh ritu boliii hmmmm. Me khush mere plan kamyab mene fatafat kachi otari n aab mene apnaa lun oski chutvpe lagaya n oskee hathoo ko lun pe lagay vo smajh gai k.I want k vo lun apni me push kare because me oske mome daba raha tha. Osne lun push kia abhe thoda he gaya tha k vo ochall padii n bolii aaaiiiii mmaaaa mene. We don’t have a special ‘Christmas Dinner.’ Mom figured out a long time ago that she didn’t want to cook and clean on Christmas. So, Christmas meals are pretty simple and depend on the leftovers from Christmas Eve. While Bree and I were in Omaha, Mom and Dot organized everyone into teams with some cooking at Beth’s house and some at ours. Dad and Jack had charge of the boys, who had built seven snowmen in the back yard, all about two feet high since that was all the snow we had. But the boys.