Mag tila sodli.(mummy barobar he sagla kasa start zhala hyachi story nantar sangen, mi majya mummy la jhavlo naahi. Aani mi kadich zhavnaar hi naahi p...an mi tila pahije tevha jhavu shakto. Real story aahe, saangen punha kevha tari.)Mummy kaahi tari badbadat tichya room kade geli mag shaant houn room cha darwaja ughadun aatmadhe geli. Mi majhya room madhe gelo. Aajji ek side la zopli hoti, rashmi madhe zopli hoti. Technically baghitla tar he barobar vaatat naahi pan aajji majhya bajula zopaaychi. I was getting ready to open it when there was a knock at the door and we both said to come in. A man who identified himself as the bank manager asked if I was Harry Hanson?"I am he. What is it you want, sir?" May I see some identification, sir?"I showed him my ID from the State Police and he smiled at us before replying."I received a Federal overnight from an Agent Sean Hadley of the FBI. He said I was to check your ID and then give it to you immediately. I have followed his instructions and I. I’d better put on my nightie. Can you answer it and invite him in.”“Fuck, I love you, Lyn.”“You had better. I’ve never done anything like this for anyone before but I think I’m going to really enjoy it. My pussy is soaked and it’s running down my legs already. Get the door.” I walked over to the door and sure enough, it was Phillip. “I’ve just brought up a bottle of red, on the house.”“Phillip, come on in. Join us for a red. Lyn will be with us shortly. She’s just changing into something. S.a., &/or likewise within a predominantly black vicinity area neighborhood community, talking about how he himself would beat the living daylights out of me if I myself don't turn off my cellphone, & put it into my pocket, spitting salt, or venom more, much more than a little bit, but then thank God, my Lord, & Savior, the Messiah-Deliverer that he himself didn't, or hadn't acted upon that being of his words with some, or such actions otherwise to compliment that being of a verbal threat to be.