The thigh though … his muscle mass held the bullet in. And I was no surgeon and had no idea how deep the bullet was. I felt around the area and coul...d not feel the bullet. It was in deep. Trying to get to it as inexperienced as I was would probably cause more damage. So I set about treating him the same way. Cleaning the wound and using the ointment for healing. I bandaged him, also. I asked him to walk so I could watch. He limped but he took his weight. I didn’t think the bullet broken his leg. Through which she sent positive signs.and then i did directly, that was the happiest moments of my life. We started sharing each and every thing.and after a week after that we decided to go for a movie.and that was horror one, and she out of fear started pressing my hand hard…and i was on cloud 9. And after that it was late in the night and I started my bike and stopped at a place since it was too cool and we thought to take a cab,I called the cab and it would take an hour at least, and in the. She had no tattoos and piercings because she is a sophisticated lady. She had a British accent and loves to listen to soft rock music. She was not a tomboy, and you could tell because she always wore makeup and short skirts with black leather-high-heels and fishnet stockings that barely reached her thighs. She would also wear fishnet stockings on her arms too. Her fingernails and toe nails were black. She is a white woman with class and she is also The perfect woman. She was 5 feet and 11. Angela didn’t knowhow difficult Christmases were for him. His whole life had crumbled after that Christmas years ago. Since then he’d always looked after himself first, because no one else was cutting him any slack. Besides, Christmas was over. It was January 2nd. They’d be starting to take down all of the trappings of Christmas in a day or two. It couldn’t be quick enough for him. But what had stopped him at the front window? The boy. He knew that boy. And he just didn’t care about Angela.