. Hmm.."You pause at your door and stare at an.. unusual letter. It's a bit thicker than the bills and otherwise unremarkable. You shuffle back inside... and quickly open the abnormal letter."Congratulations Fred SmithYou have been selected as the winner of a weekend getaway at the new Eternal Paradise tower..." The letter seems to be genuine, even giving you your own birth date and other very personal details."Eternal Paradise tower... hrmph. Never heard of that before."You continue to read that. Kya .Muskaan….. Batau kya….Mai bola….. Ha batau . Usame kya hai….Muskaan …. Maine room ke chavi wale hole se dekha to bhaiya bhabhi ko laga raha tha. Fir bhaijaan ne usaki thodi chudai kiyi air zhad gaye….. Unaka kela bhi dekha …..Kuch 5 inch ka hai …… Shayad muzhe bhi koi kuch karata rahul….Mai bola….Abhi to tumhari shyadi hogi fir jam ke chudai hogi teriMuskaan ….. Are par tuzhe kya huva hay. Kuch samazha may kyu nahi ata. Chodana nahi ata kya. Namard ho ……Meri to satak gayi na. Fir kya bhul. How large will they be? How heavy?The thought of having to wear a bra the rest of my life, of having themprotrude from my chest for all to see so obviously. The worry I have aboutwearing and walking in high-heeled shoes, my legs nearly always clad in hoseof some kind, partially exposed and needing to always remain aware of theneed to not expose my crotch to people around me. Then there is my fear andworry about the fact that I will soon be subject to "The Curse", a menstrualcycle. Will mine be. It was here, on this most sacred ground, that the rituals would be observed and the ashes of the fallen returned to Mother Earth.Each shroud wrapped body was laid to rest on a low stone alter, and after a few brief words by the King to any family, and a short spell casting by Emory, their shroud glowed a brilliant white and then vanished, leaving behind no trace. A lone kilt clad piper played out a quiet dirge from the edge of the grove where he blended into the heavy fog that covered much of.