Aik din asa howa k may dophr k waqt akela patang ura raha tha chrpaie pe bhet k asman pe koi patang nhi the bs u he may laga howa tha k acanak ambr b ...upr chat pe agaie pehly thori der tak dhekti rhi phr mujse request krne lgi k mujy b urana hai to mayne socha wesy b asman pe dosri koi patang nhi to petch to larana nhi lakin maybe us she kaha k thek hai lakin is shart pe k jesa may kaho wesy kro he to usne khus hoty how’s hami bhar le lakin dosto mera us waqt b koi ghalat irada nhi tha phd maybe. But Mr Bennet was not of a disposition to seek comfort for the disappointment which his own imprudence had brought on, in any of those pleasures which too often console the unfortunate regarding their folly or their vice.That he had made his marital bed and would lie in it was his thinking.His blossoming love was not something he felt the need to discuss with his family. Though Mrs Bennet should have had an inkling, given that husband’s busyness at work had gone well beyond that necessary to. Let me set the scene we had been out for a number of drinks at out local so she was not dressed up just jeans and a blouse i wasnt even sure if she had panties on as i was downstairs when she was getting dressed(she doesnt normally wear panties with jeans) and at our local you can double up on shorts for £1 extra so she was full of Jack Daniels and coke and by 11.30pm she was hammered. I called a taxi and we waited outside the pub, the fresh air seemed to just chop her off at the legs she was. Jean and Lee led Kim and me off to see the closet in the master bedroom.Lee had moved every thing she owned from her parents house to mine. ( Our house now )The closet was not crowded, it was neat and every thing had a place. Lee had a lot of jeans and casual shirts, she was that kind of woman. The few feminine dresses and pants suits were nice though.It was three thirty and I wanted to go to the pool hall for a while.I asked what the ladies had in mind for dinner. Jean said they were all.