“Do you have any idea where he rode off to?” Beth asked.“No clue.”“I don’t care how tough you say he is,” the man with the halberd said,... “if he rode out into those woods at night, he’s dead for sure.”“Shut up, Trevor. When Beth and I met him, we knew that he was the real deal.”“Tin was hit, and it was like I blinked and he had already chased down the assassin and killed him.”“I still call nonsense on him taking out four men in that field.”“I gathered their horses myself.”“Oh, there he is!”A. The next time she came her saree was properly done. She did it inside and had some clothes with her. I asked her, “Are you going to wash them now?”She said yes as her child spilled the milk on the saree she was wearing. She went to the handpump and started using it. Seeing her doing the hard work, I offered to help. I filled the buckets and she started doing the clothes. At the same time she was doing that her saree became wet.This time her cleavage was visible through her saree. She looked so. She was wearing which looked the best on her; a red saree with a sleeveless blouse! She had put light make up on. Her hairs were tied in a bun. She had few ornaments on as well. A necklace, small chandelier ear rings and bangles in each hand to go with it. “come in.” She said. I went in. The room was dimly lit with the ceiling lights. The closed windows were covered with nice curtains and to add to that, a beautiful room freshener. It was a perfect atmosphere for date. She closed the door. As. "Oh, cool," she said. "Sure, we'll drop by at 5:30-6ish." At least now she doesn't think I hang around old ladies that reads all day.My buddies and I were shooting hoops in my driveway after school and it was a particularly hot day so most of us took our shirts off. We played for about an hour before they had to take off to study for their quiz the next day. I continued to shoot a few hoops to improve my game when Shirley arrives, dressed in a dark pink tank top that exposed her cream.