I am not kidding, I had no idea how to pronounce it even.But when I called up, a recording of a pleasant sounding woman gave thename so that I could h...ear it spoken properly. As I had figured, theyopened up at ten. What to do with myself until then? I did not like justsitting around.I could train. It was still cool enough out for that. Was it safe? What ifthe bad guys were already out on bail? I had better call the policestation and find out. They were there every hour of the day, so. Fir usne apni do ungalia meri chut ke ander dena start kardi maine mana kia ki dard ho raha hai woh bola 2 min hoga bus, fir usne ungalia nikal li or apna lund dalne ki koshish karne laga maine kaha nahi aaise mat dalo dard hoga, usne cream nikal li or lund or chut dono pe cream laga li, fir dhere dhere dalne laga, meri jaan nikal rahi thi dard ke mare main chilane lagi, fir vo bola acha baba nahi daal raha ander, yeh sunke main relax hui, or bina bataye usne ek jor ka jhatka diya or lund meri. " Sheturns to me and says, "Call me later, I want to make sure you're okay." And she leaves.Aaron slowly gathers his things and stares at me as he leaves, but Ijust ignore him. It's a little difficult getting back into the sessionand after he leaves, I cut it short. I feel a little depressed, becauseI don't like being responsible for anything bad happening to anyone -even to those two strange men I had to deal with - but everyoneconvinces me that it's for the better. The saddest part of. "Brenda dove back into the shelter faster than she had last night and got in the sleeping bag. Ron came over to the shelter and brought a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt."Carl packed jeans and I think that you can wear Cal's shirt," he said, "Get dressed and I'll get breakfast on."Ron went back to the fire and started preparing a MRE. Brenda got dressed in the clothes that Ron had given her. She did not put on her bra as he had suggested. When she crawled out of the shelter again she was.