. Bhncho lund b dhua dene lgta tha use bheegi maxi me dekh kr..Ek din wo aangn me kpde dhul ri thi .. Mostly puri bheeg hi jati thi or us din m esa hi... hua .. Me unke ghr kisi kam se gya to wo beth kr per chodakr kpde dhul ri thi.. Wah .. Kya nzara tha.. Ap sbi soch skte ho ek babhi maxi me bdiya figure chodakr kpde dhulti hui kitni qyamt dhati h.. Me unke boos dekhta hi rh gya or apna lund dbane lga .. Unka sir niche tha to muje lga nhi dekhengi bt yr suddenly usne uppr kra .. Mera hath lund pr. I looked out the open sliding glass doors. Ah ... snuggles.“Junior?”She struggled up from David’s lap. They had both been crying. She came to the salon.“Yes?”“Period?”She turned...”David ... did you buy tampons?” “Sorry ... I should know better.”The look was shock.“I keep forgetting you’re not a little girl.”She bounced her food catchers at him. “I’m just short ... family curse. Did you?”“No, she’s pregnant. I wasn’t expecting ... a kidnapping. I do have work to do.” He glared at me.“I’m not. She looked back at Oliver briefly as he lay in bed. "Hey, listen, Ollie, sorry, I actually have to go…talk to you soon?" Yeah, for sure," Oliver lied, with a smile."Okay, great. Thanks again," Carrie smiled, as she closed the door. Oliver heard her walk down the stairs and leave. He sighed, and waited in bed for another five minutes. He slowly crawled out of bed, put on his clothes, and then stepped outside his room.He was hoping the person who spoke to Carrie would have gone back to her room. After the roll call, Marsha Crow picked up their current area of study where Ursula Traynor had left off. Words and phrases about political violence in South America drifted past Ilsa's ears, but her mind was replaying fragments of that day in the park, over and over, as if in some music video. She was also contemplating what was going to happen next. The woman knew. She knew.When class broke, Ilsa gathered her things and made a beeline for the door."Miss Petersson," Marsha Crow's voice called.