Mage lagunch to sarkari bungla hota. Baag durvar pasarleli hoti ani tyapalikade bhayan jungle suru hot hote. Janya purvi pappani mala dur jaau nakos m...hanun bajavle ani mag pappa nighun gele. Aaji mazyashi baryach gappa marat hoti. Mi kapde badalale. Tyanche ghar sadhe hote pan gharat khayala pyayala kahich kami navti. Gharat fakta ek vijecha diva ani ek tabale fan hota. Aajine mala kahitari khayala dile. Sandhyakalche saha vajle hote. Tevdhyat aatya ghari aali. Pappa tila rastyat bhetle hote.. He carried all his extra gear down to the car and stashed it in the trunk. Back in the room he dusted with epithelial skin cells and hair. Wiped anything he might have touched even though he wore gloves the whole time. All he had to carry was the video camera and the computer case for the laptop. Inside the carrying case was an empty laptop case with just enough room inside for the 9mm. He would be leaving a square piece of thick plastic that he would use to capture all the GSR from the shot.. His newspaper in his hand was doubled over so that he could read it and still steady himself with his free hand against one of the uprights. His movements were deliberate, there was no wasted effort. At each stop towards London a steady throng of people added their weight to the carriage, and slowly Kristin was pushed further and further into the train. She listened to her iPod, listened to a bit of Disturbed, a bit of NIN. Kristin was dressed in a pair of snug fitting jeans, and an invitingly. They stopped long enough on the other side to dry and oil their gear, get dressed, and check the wagons. The interior of the high sided chuck wagons had been caulked and lined with canvas impregnated with bee's wax. It was the best thing Rolly could think of in an attempt to make a water tight hull out of them. There was some minor leakage but no damage to the food.The men felt very fortunate that they had gotten to see Stephanie stripped down to shorts and a halter, which was just as.