The spear is snapped. As I look up, I see a man dressed in full Hoplite armor. I roll backwards and feel around my waist. My hands grasp around anothe...r handle. A sword, about three feet long. Without thinking, I unsheathe the blade. It seems to glow in anticipation of the coming slaughter. There is writing on the handle. It intrigues me, but there is no time to read it. I cut the man to ribbons, and do it without a single thought crossing my mind, just urges.What happens next is a blur. Slash,. ...OUUUCH......Aghhhhhhhh, I pulled my cheeks hard, fitting the pain, and tears ran down my face, as I felt my skin tear, and the burning feeling that washed over my body. Then it became so slippery, and I could hear the wetness, was it mine? I taught so. He was humping me so fast, and grinding into me. grunting and calling me names that I only heard my father call that negro woman that rents the shack by the stream, when she is delivering eggs in the barn. then as he starts to grunt. Rounding the last corner, he spotted Veronicajust jumping out of a cab. He called and waived to her. Looking up shesmiled and waved in response. As he approached her, he was a bitshocked at just how pretty she looked. Quickly his mind rushed back tothe days when they worked together, and how only once, did they everreally discuss a relationship outside of work. But both had agreed thatworkplace romances rarely work out, and cooler heads prevailed. And sothey continued on as good friends. . Wo to cahata bhi yahi tha to kehane laga kaise karoon maine kaha saale mujh se kya poochata hai aaz raat jo cahe kar.Phir usne mujhe wall ke sahare khada kiya aur mujhe god main utha liya. Asad ne meri coot faila kar us ka land lagaya maine cousin se kaha zaldi daal haramzade phir kya tha usne apna mota land jo daala hai meri coot main bata nahi sakti jannat ka maza aa gaya itna mota land agar gigolo ka hota to mera kya hota main sonch bhi nahi sakti phir se shroo hooa sex ka daur.