" Karson said.Shannon laughed."Dude, she's like 55 years old or something. Chicks that age don't rag it," Shannon said.I couldn't help but laugh. It w...as hilarious hearing some of the shit this seventeen year old girl said.We were hanging out in the living room for about a half hour and my wife called."She's in the ER. They took her back. It's going to be a long night. It's possible she might have broken her hip. So just stay there. I'll call when I know something," and she hung up.I told the. To describe her, she wouldn’t strike as an extraordinary beauty at the first look but she is calm and attractive. She is little dark complexioned. Lean and tall, almost 5 feet 5 and she have got the real curvy structure. Most of the time, we normally pass by her because she’s in dresse regularly in chudi.Even I was not attracted to her that much until one day when she came to office in a sleeveless t shirt. That’s when I noticed how gorgeous she was. And so the love story started. We were. In response, your fingers clasp my wrist, and squeezing firmly, lift my hand away. Your other hand gestures impatiently, signalling ‘leave me alone’. I am miffed by your response, I admit it. I pull my hands away and move around the chair to straddle your legs, trapping them between my own. You give me an intense almost-glare and continue your conversation, your eyes flashing warnings at me. Which I ignore, of course.I sit on the edge of your desk and prop up one of my legs by placing my foot. "Bill felt a little resentment towards the other man's smug attitude. "How would you know what I might have done?"The other man just shook his head. "My friend you think your story is unique, but it's an all too common tale that the white men around here can tell," he said. Then raising an eyebrow he continued,"She was a cheerleader, a beauty queen, or just the prettiest girl in town. When you met her, she was younger than you but not all that much. She was not so young anymore, late twenties.