That's when the trouble started. One day, as I was sitting there on a lawn chair near the front of the garage, waiting for the washer to finish, guess... who came walking by with her laundry basket on one hip. She didn't say anything, she just looked at me as she walked past. I couldn't not look back. She really wasn't close enough for conversation, but her eyes just kept tracking on me, and I am pretty sure mine were following her, even after she went past.Do you remember the line from that. "That makes things rather interesting." Yeah, doesn't it?"I sat back in my chair, and Mr. Jones turned back to face the committee."Doctor, this is all quite disturbing. You fail, however, to name the individuals you suspect of being behind this... abuse of authority is the best way I can think to describe it." said one of the junior congressmen."Congressman, there is a valid reason for not naming those two individuals, which I'll get to momentarily. I would first like to offer up a hypothetical. You won’t be angry if it’s not my thing, will you, Sharon?’ ‘No, of course not. I know what a big step this is for you. We’ll take things very slowly and when you’re comfortable, we’ll get down to business. Until then, it’s just for fun. OK? No promises.’ ‘Just for fun. No promises.’ Ashleigh repeated and raised her glass in a toast. The two women touched glasses and drank to each other, neither of them believing that this was going to be just for fun. Wednesday afternoon dragged slowly on. . . . . . . . Acha bhai mujhe to bahut maza aaya ab jo kero mujhe kya aur ager saima ya razia uth gain to kya kaho ge ke kya ker rahe ho. . . . . nahi nahi kya tum lund meri cunt main dal rahe ho please bahut dard ho ga aisa mat kero please sirf pyar kero ye pyar thori na hai no Sarim please main mar jaoon gi ye ander nahi jai ga mujhe chor do bas kero . . . . ye thook kiun laga rahe ho meri phudi per is se kya ho ga ouch ohh no dard ho raha hai ander mat kero please oui ammi aahh main rone.