Of course, that's what Hassan intended. I would learn that she always chose her words very carefully, and for maximum effect.She taunted me over Brend...a's death every day for a year and I thought I couldn't take any more. I had just about come to the decision to end my own misery by killing myself. I had even decided how I was going to do it: by tearing out my own throat with my right hand.I thought that things couldn't get any worse and that's when Hassan proved me wrong."How are we today, my. Ye baat hai abb se ek mhina pehle ki mai train main apne friends ke saath ek long tour pr jaa rha tha or kuch 2-3 station ke baad ek ladki chadi or mere pass aa kr khadi ho gyi kyo ke vhan pr baithne ke liye seat nhi thi lekin fir agle hi station pr mere saamne wali seat khali khali ho gyi or vo us pr baith gyi uske saath uski ek choti beti bhi thi jo kreeb 3-4 saal ki hogi,Thodi der baad uski beti mere saath khelne lgi or mai bhi uske saath khelne lga or isi doraan meri us se baat-cheet shuru. Not that I was overly large, not by any means. But ... I was a bit thick, and I didn't want that coming by any way of surprise for her either. She merely smiled though, extending her hand as though wanting, and needing herself ... to become better acquainted with what would eventually, be sliding in and out of that succulent wet, looking pussy of hers.I then helped her step out of the tub, taking delight in drying her off with one of the hotels soft fluffy towels. Just caressing her breasts. . and maybe a big adventure.”“Like what?”“Like Marree and William Creek and Coober ... sort of the reverse of before we met.”“You’ve got something cooking, I see the smoke.”“We-ell. I’ve never been to the Alice and then the map seems to show a highway running northwest through the desert to Sturt Creek and Halls Creek. And we could then drive north to Kununurra.”“We’d need water and grub. What’ll we do? Junk all this?”“We’ll take books and clothing and some stuff. One posting’ll sell.