"How can I trust you?"Chris winced again, and then suddenly he was mad. How did he get himself to this point? Did no one trust him? Well, damn, that w...as going to change. He suppressed his anger, and shrugged. What could he say about that to Lisa?Lisa poked him again with her finger. "I know there's something badly wrong with Shahia, but she won't say a word to any of us. Except you, now. If you hurt that girl, I'm going to cut your balls off and shove them down your throat."Chris nodded. "If I. She was a chubby lady at medium height, she dresses in a tradtional asian dress known as salwar kameez (as I later found out). she had very large boobs aswell as a very big ass, which moves side to side as she walked. This incident took place on a Friday night, as my parents where gone out of town to another city, I was going out a lot at night and partying. One Friday night I went to my friends birthday party at a club, there I had daru (alcohol) to drink. I was walking home a little drunk and. .. "Take off your shoes and jacket".We exchanged pleasantries and then walked into the living room. Her apartment was really trendy. Leather couch, hardwood floor with an expensive looking rug. Glass coffee table and computer desk with an iMac. Everything was really clean and organized, but she still apologized for the mess as she folded a blanket that was on the couch. It was a very large bachelor style apartment. The bedrooom area was in a large opening just off the living roomI sat down on. And Sugarberry.” He walked over to a scraggly bush and messed with it a bit. He turned back, holding his hand out. “Almost everybody likes Blueberries.”We got two or three each.He walked in the other direction about ten feet and bent over. He’d pulled out his knife, scraped some dirt away and sliced some skin off the root.“Smell this.”Linda was first. “It’s like root beer, really fresh root beer.”“Sassafras. It gave us root beer and sarsaparilla. Besides the oaks, elms, ashes, and hickory,.