And whispers of the girl-soul also made their way over the wall, but insteadof comforting, they only frightened the boy-soul even more than thenightma...res did.Then the boy found the wall, and made the first crude attempts to make anopening in it, only to be overwhelmed by the pain, grief, shame, and sorrowfrom the other side. And so great was the pain he felt, he missed the criesof the girl among the screams, and closed the hole in the wall leaving herinside, like Pandora closing the lid on. .Pehle to usne Mera haath hata Diya to Mai dar gaya!!!….Lekin Maine himmawari jutai aur phir se try kara is baar usne mera haath nai hataya…To mujhme himaat badh Hai aur Mai uski thighs sehlane lag gaya!….Uski thighs sehlate sehlate Mera Lund khada ho gaya….Aur usne dekh liya….Phir usne dheere se meri pant ke upar se Mera land pakda air dheere se feel kiya ….Maine usse kaam mein dheere se pucha ki Kya hum aage badh sakte Hai….To usne kaha ki yaha nai……Phir mujhe yaad aaya ki aaj mere flatmates. ” I take it with me and go back to bed. On arrival I find Nancy is waking up, her body turns towards me. No words are spoken. She extends her hand to me. I take it and leave the bottle on the floor. When I lay down next to her she crawls close and I wrap my arms around her. We lay like this for a minute when I break the embrace. A small moan of protest from her is shushed away be me. I lay her on her stomach and retrieve to bottle from, open it, and apply some to my hands. Starting at her. Right there in the second row is my neighbor, John Caples, who owns the farm across the road from me. My wife Marilyn and I have bought a lot of sweet corn from him over the years. I also saw Bill Elliott and Barry Henderson; didn’t know you guys were in the Legion. Thanks for inviting me.” It was a typical American Legion crowd, with some old timers going back to World War II and Korea, and others from Viet Nam and more recent conflicts.“Anyway, before I get too much further along, let’s get.