Unki sadi ko 1 year hi hua hai…Unki fig. 30-28-30 hai..Thodi sawali hai but face cut achha hai.,..Thodi mazakiya type bhi hai…Mera to unka ghar me... aana jana rehta tha aur bhabhi ko kuch magana ho to vo mujhe bolti thi.Mujhe pdhai related koi bhi que. Hota me unse puchta tha.Vojhse masti bhut karti thi. Vo masti masti me khti kas tum pehle mile hote to me tumse sadi karti.Kbhi bolti mujhese sadi abhi karlo kah kar nauty smile deti thi..Par me bhabhi ko buri nazar se kbhi nhi dekha but ek din. She said that it was a secret. We begged her to tell us but she said that she would have to know us a lot better before she shared her secret with us.So Jimmy told her who he was and where he lived. She asked his age and he said s*******n. I told her my name, where I lived, and that I was also s*******n years old. Then she asked us our grade in school and we told her that in the fall we would be in the eighth grade. She asked us what our parents did for a living and why we were running around. "Rough landing, you think?" Miranda griped as she brushed dirt and grass off her bare, wind-blown skin.'I'm not the one who wasn't paying attention, ' Murielle informed the little slug. 'I told you to hang on. If I hadn't lowered my head, you would have fallen off and maybe broken one of those little stubby things sticking out of you.'"Those are my arms and legs," Miranda shot back. "You have them, too. Only yours are bigger, and your arms have wings grown on."'I was thinking of that round,. He had people that owed him. If he reached out, they would do their best to repay what they owed.But he only had one friend, the man who was dying next to him.“You’ll tell her yourself. Hold on, Jim.”Jim’s panting grew rapid, louder and more shallow, speech following suit as it developed a low, gurgling undertone. “Tell her. Tell her. I didn’t do it. Tell Ann.”“I’ll tell her, Jim. You didn’t kill him. Jim, listen to me. Can you hear me? Listen! Jim, I’ll finish things. I’ll take care of.