Pachhi ene mane garam kari mari chut ma lodo nakyo ane mane akhi raat ma 9 wakhat chodi hu to mari j gai ti khusi thi aa mari pehli war ni wat hati , ...Pachhi to mane jya re chul upde hu ene call karti ane ame ketlay gesut house ma jai en sex ni aa ramat ramta ena ne ema hu 24 yr ni thai gai ane khabar pan na rahi baki ni wat bija bhag ma enjoy hu 24 yr ni thai gai hati mari sex nu bhukh to maro padoshi puri kari nakhto hato parantu mari premNi bhukh puri thati na hati e time mara padoshi na. Killing a jap was the same as killing a squirrel. I sent all of my money home to my ‘wife.’ Small lie. I didn’t care. Shoot me! I killed Japs on Guadalcanal. And on Iwo. And on Guam. Yeah, Guam. That’s where I lost my foot. I recuperated. I did something called therapy. I got a, well, what they called a prosthesis. I came home crying and hurting. Cindy took me to her bed and loved me. It was bittersweet. Her tender touches and the lingering, sometimes phantom pain were a strange combination.. That was on a Wednesday.I returned to work on Monday.That was a 4 1/2 day weekend for me.He later told me that he'd wondered if I quit all of a sudden from job stress as a result of our Wednesday encounter.My (at the time unthinkable) future husband told me then that he could understand if that were the case. For quite awhile he had absolutely no sex drive from all the pain and medications and not being the least of all his tremendous depression.But this particular Monday morning was. It was as if the swords started to draw the very light around them into their unquenchable depths releasing, in turn, a haunting black fire flickering at their edges. Even the mirrored silver of the hilts turned black, with only the pommel at the back of Yren’s hands emitting a glowing light of a deepest red, a burning ember in the darkness.Then, seemingly above the swords themselves, a blue light etched its way along an intricate, unchanging path. Engraved in blue light above each chasm which.