After the talk they killed Megan. She'd gone strange – for the last week she'd sat in a corner pulling her hair out in clumps. Her scalp was all ble...eding. She didn't dig her grave when they told her to, she just sat there ignoring them and pulling her hair. The Masters took turns raping her while Ava and Fay had to dig it. If you dig your grave they just shoot you. Megan didn't, so they tied her hands and feet, cut off her breasts, threw her in the hole and buried her alive. When my turn comes. Mujhe laga bahut gussa ho gayi wo, aut faltu hi kuch pooch liya maine. Fir doosre din morning mein reply aaya-Diksha: Aaj 2 baje dopahar mein dekhne aaja.Main to yakeen hi nahi kar paya ki ye sach main hua tha. Main bahut excited tha dopahar ke liye. Dopahar ko main uske ghar pahuncha, bell bajayi, to usne door open kiya. Wahi pj aur loose top mein thi wo. But still bahut sexy lag rahi thi mujhe, kyunki meri nazar badal chuki thi.Andar gaya main, aur hum baithe hall mein. Main sofa par baitha. M. in the town of, Abbeville. In the middle of town, stands a huge white building with twirled pillars, and woodcraft that is pleasant to the eye. The bar was just a few short walks from the town's courthouse. Jean Leon was the owner of the establishment. He arrived in Abbeville just a few short months ago setting up his bar to make money, and found Abbeville very rewarding. He hired a few ladies that lived nearby, most were single. Work was hard for woman to find in Abbeville and Jean kept his. Hubby and I drove down to Los Angles for a mini-vacation, a get out of the rain trip. Like usual, I emailed Julie. Her husband emailed back. They were looking forward to seeing us but she had "issues". We needed to limit our visit to two hours instead of our either usual overnight stop or trip together. I assumed her “issues” were my lie of omission and set thinking about what I could do to re-establish what once was but was gone.They lived in Saratoga, an upscale, hill city, of Silicone.