Maybe the gas did work. Everything I've found so far seems like it was put into the cases just yesterday. Oh, well. Who gives a shit?The case, like th...e others he had opened, was well packaged and braced with Styrofoam, this one containing several boxes, both large and small. As he grabbed one of the boxes and pulled it up a little, he could see the printing on the side and a picture. "Well, shit. Now this is all I fucking need. A fucking laptop computer. No Internet here, and damn sure no. Fir me ma’am ko kaha me bathroom jaake aata hu me bathroom me jakein apna underwear utar k pocket me rakh liye or.Fir mera bulge pant se hi dikh ra tha me jab aaya to ma’am dekh k bole jaldi aao bolte hi wo thoda sa ruk gaye me kaha haa ma’am or mene dekh liye tha ki ma’am ne notice kr chuke hai mera bulge bss. Fir unka dhyn mere lund pe tha or mera unke boobs pe aesi krte krte wo din paas hua or me ghr aaya or pehle bathroom me jaakein masturbate kiya mere ma’am k naam se.Fir dusre din me ne. ?Lana: no?Me: why?Lana: I know what you are going to ask. So… no.Me: miss I didn’t ask anything yet.Lana: nooo need.Me: what do you think that I’m going to ask miss?Lana: nothing.Me: tell me no problem. If that is what I’m thinking I won’t ask you to do that.Lana: you might be asking me to suck you again.I smiled when she said suck in local language.Me: no miss that is not what I was going to ask.Lana: then what? You want me to rub that again?Me: noo miss.Lana: what is it then?Me: miss can I. She'd take the kids sometimes at weekends, which left Heather and Bob time to get to know one another better. More intimately.Heather sipped her coffee. Poked at her yoghurt, forcing a few spoonfuls down. It tasted bland and featureless, like her future.She worried that Bob would go ballistic if he learned of her indiscretion with Sean from a third party. Worse if the media broke the story, especially given there was very little love lost between the two men. And Bob was helping finance her.