And assorted junk and leftovers from the wars ... ONE and TWO ... and the period between. Mrs. Montgomery had the flyer ... it was tomorrow ... she wo...ld put me up for the night and give me explicit directions to the junk pile.The place is slightly off the beaten path and Mrs. Montgomery was sure I could get the part I needed ... an engine for the plane ... dirt cheap. I mean ... who is going to go to an auction the worst part of beyond?Everybody.The Warner Super Scarab seven cylinder engine. .Yeh sun kar hi k ghar wala koi nai ha aunty k ilawa muje bahot khushi hoi aur sath hi mera dick ne bi harkat shuroo kar di. aunty na muje bethne ka kaha aur khud tea bananey k liye kitchen ma chali gayee kuch der bad ma bi oon k peeche kitchen ma chala gaya aur oon k peeche ja kar khara ho gaya. Aunty ne muj se pucha k ghar wale kese han tu ma ne kaha sub thik han.. Aur phir unhon na meri shadi k barey ma pucha tu ma ne kaha k muje kis ne larki deni tu woh kehne lagi k zyada bano nai tum par. He blinked a couple of times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bright white light that filled the space around him. ‘Where am I?’ he asked. ‘This, Mikael, is the afterlife… Well, more like limbo to be exact – you’re not quite at the afterlife yet.’ He looked at the woman who seemed to float in front of him. Her pale, flawless skin seemed to glow and glitter, transfixing his gaze. She wore nothing but a filmy, almost transparent robe and he could see the delicate pink of her nipples beneath. My breath hitched in my throat, and I felt him chuckle beside me at my nervous habit.“Are you okay, darling?”I nodded slowly, not sure about what I felt inside. My stomach was curled up in knots as I attempted to keep my blood pressure down. My father’s arms draped around my shoulders as he tugged me into his side. I relaxed on pure reflex, melting into his side. His strong arms left me feeling safe as I closed my eyes. His hands began to rub down the length of my arm. I thought that my mind.