” He turned and went on back toward the scene shop.Once back at the shop, Wayne found that he was not much in the mood to attend another lecture by ...Coop on English poets. Too many projects demanded attention to deal with T.S. Eliot. He sat at the workbench and opened his art box. He carefully unfolded the drawing of the next piece on his project list, Hamlet’s dagger. The drawing looked strangely barren when Wayne looked at it. It was the exact size and shape of the knife his uncle had given. Andrew had beenaway for the night, entertaining the company of some young girl he fancied.Unlike his master, he preferred to court girls, and was slow, if not reluctantto take them to bed. It was this one fact that gave Riordan hope. When he approachedthe doors of Gabel Manor, Andrew was waiting outside; engaging in conversationwith the hostler. Beside the tired old man, Andrew'syouth and charm were even more apparent. His skin was flawless and creamy, andhe wore a haphazard smile on his face.. Her mind and body were ablaze.Jess continued to apply a deep layer of soap over his entire body. With a trembling hand, he reached out with the sponge and rubbed it over Becky's shoulders. Electricity charged through Becky at his touch, but she did not resist. Sensing her approval, Jess became bolder and rubbed the sponge all over her back.Becky took another deep breath and turned to face Jess. Jess moved the sponge across Becky's collarbones and neck, then looked deeply into her eyes. Becky. Bhaiyya aapki behan aaj aapke samne hai aapki premika banker….Aaj bahut chodna hai na apni behan ko aapko…mai – ham meri pyari behan…Komal – to apni pyari behan ko bhaiyya apna land nahi dekhaoge…maine ye sunte hi apna underwear utar diya…mera land ek dam kadak tha…aur apni behan ko salami de raha tha…komal – waah bhaiyya aapka land to bahut mota aur bada hai…ye to aaj apni behan ki faad hi dega…mai – haa meri behan aaj to teri fat hi jayegi..Fir komal ne halka halka dance karna shuru kiya…wo.