I killed him and Rondo came around the house just as the one with the bullet wound in his thigh rolled over to point his gun at me. Rondo put his gun ...to the man’s head and told him to drop it.“He dropped his gun and we cuffed him to the iron rail at the front steps and went in to call the operator. She connected me to the Sheriff’s Office and they sent the deputies right out.”“I suppose you met the Acting Sheriff, Brad Hampton?”“Yes, and we had some words. But, listen to this - it was his. Mhanje te kadhich pudhakar ghet nahit – malach ghyava lagto. Mala sex chi jara jastach haus ahe. Alya ardhavat sambhogane agdi veet yeto. Mag kadhi men batti ne tar kadhi agdi latnyane samadhan karoon ghete. Pan he kahi khare nahi’. Tichi maitreen mhanali, ‘Aga, too tar jemtem pasteeshichi ahes. Ajoon ayushya jayche ahe. Ani tula mulbal pan nahi. Nahitar tyachya madhe tari jeev ramla asta. Mee sangte te aik. Ekhada changla purush shodh ani apli bhook bhagav’. Atya uttarli, ‘Nahi ga, tehi. Or be evicted.My story really begins from the day I ran into Jameel again. It was a cold Wednesday in November and I’d just finished my early morning workout at the gym. Having changed into a tight pair of yoga pants and a thin cotton top, I was dashing to my car when, from behind me, I heard a voice calling, “Excuse me… excuse me.”I hurried on, ignoring the voice. “Katey," came the next shout but I still ignored it, thinking it was much too cold to stop for a conversation.“White girl.” I froze. I start slowing down so neither of us gets pushed over the edge. ‘No baby! Harder! Faster!’ But I know what I’m doing. You feel me pull you close sinking my entire cock deep into you once more and I pick you up off the sink. With you now impaled on my cock, I walk over to the shower and slide the steamed glass door opened, step inside and close it. You feel the water cascade down your body with an electric jolt. The water wets us both down and I place you up against the warm tile wall. Slowly I.