KuttyHaramiDallayBhenchodGandoMeiny aik zoor ka tamacha uski choot par mara jis sa wo mazeed tarap gai or is sa phely ka wo zara sakoon mein ati jalti... hoi moom bati (candle) meiny uski choot mein dal di……..Or or or aik sssssssss………….Ki awaz saw moom bati bhujh gai or dohwan uski choot sa nikalny laga…………kia nazara tha wo…..Mugh sa raha nahi gaya or apna loora uski phudi mein daal dia……….Uski cheekh ki kia baat thi……..Sara jism uska tarap raha tha…..Mumoon ka nipple sahi tan gaye thy……….Raal. She had Faith right there. She could hear her breath, smell her hair, and feel her skin. She had almost finally kissed her. And then it was all torn away. Justice, they call it. Justice for whom? For some guys who were already dead? Like arresting Faith, almost killing her, was going to bring them back? Was going to stop the killing of others? Another killer would take her place, more people would die, and the ones Faith had killed would still be dead.How about justice for the living? Buffy. Silence.Andrew quickly drank down the last 1/3 of beer from his glass and leapt with both feet into the fire."I was really hoping that I would get the chance to talk with you," he said mustering as much of a smile as he could on his weary face."I came here to see you," she said bashfully with her head down, only lifting her beautiful eyes to look into his own.Andrew's heart raced at the thought that she had descended to this watering hole just to see him. Dare he hope that there was a. Suddenly, there’s a ringing noise – ‘BREEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP’. She gets to her feet, and grabs a cell phone out of her purse. ‘Yeah,’ she says. ‘I’m busy, I’ll call you later.’ I can hear a male voice on the other end, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. ‘I said I’ll call you later!’ and she hangs up the phone. ‘Son of a bitch, miserable fuckin’ bastard! I wish he’d leave me alone!’ ‘Lemme guess… boyfriend?’ ‘Yeah. Ever since he knocked me up, he thinks he owns me. Always checkin’ up on me –.