"Honey, there ain't never been a woman born what cannot figure out a way to spend money!" Helen swatted my arm, but I was already asleep from the laud...anum, so I never felt it.****Four weeks later, I was up and about. I was still moving gingerly, but I was able to ride a horse if I had a mounting block. I was no longer taking any laudanum, and I had managed to stay away from developing an opium addiction. I had seen people with that kind of trouble, and I wanted nothing to do with it!Things had. To wo bolta hai ki pahele sab betiyon ko mai chodunga phir sab ki shadi . Ab mai kya karu muje kuch samaj nai aa raha. Maine kuch der baad bola ki ram ko dila do sabki chut phir kr do shadi kisko pata chal raha hai. Lekin suchu ki shadi uski bahen sarika se kara dena . Wo boli dekhti hu. Aur basna tm avi jawan ho western kapde pahena karo. Aaj tere liye jeans la aunga market se . Wo hasne lagi boli nai saare hi thik hai. Maine jor diya to maan gayi boli mera pari ram vi bolta hai pr mai nai. "No," she said, "sit down here again and let's talk."4. The Reactants MixAnd talk we did. For hours. She asked me all about myself and I told her. After the kiss, I had to be honest. Anyway, I *wanted* to be honest with her. I was quickly realising that anyone who wasn't honest with her wouldn't get very far.I explained how I'd realised I was a lesbian and that there had been other women before. I told her what my pet hates were and what I enjoyed doing. She told me all about herself, which had. At the sweater display I saw a young woman picking up the sweaters and tossing them to the side.I hurried over to the table. "May I help you, miss?She looked up, and then continued her pillage of our sweaters."Are you looking for something in particular?" I asked again, not relishing the thought of putting all these back in order.She stopped, her hand grasping another sweater, and poised as though ready to continue at a moment's notice. She looked at me, and then at the sweaters."They're all.