Wo bilkul sharma gayi.hum ne ussase pucha ki kya tum hum se nahi karte to usne apni ankho ko jhuka ke kaha ki jarrori hai ki har bat juban se boli jay...en.issare se bhi samzha karo.uski batten sun ke hum ko bahout excitetmen ho gaya aur hum usse hug kar liay.Wo eesashas aesa tha ki koi labz se uski defination nahi di ja sakti hai.hum kareb 15min aesse rahe.man kar raha tha ki iss samay sari kayanat ruk jaye.sirf hum usko apni bahoon mein rakhoo aur sab bhool jaoon.uski wo uthati hoi saanse,jab. They were working their way through the picnic lunch that Morton had surprised Patty with when they got to the baseball game. They had no other specific plans for the day, but both could tell that the other wanted some alone time to talk.Morton had seemed somewhat distant... or at least preoccupied, after they'd found Bobby lying behind the big rock on the hill. Patty had apologized sincerely to Morton for any slight she'd made towards him, during her impassioned focus on Bobby. After all, his. When the train came in and stopped, we got it…and Oops! The train is completely crowded… nowhere to stand and it was quite tight. I stood just behind her and the train started to move. Let me explain this girl to you… she looked like a Japanese girl about 5’6” height and 22- 25 yrs old, slim and possibly 32-26-32… while I was standing behind her I started smelling her hair and it was quite awesome (The cosmetics in London are too good…) and it completely turned me on and my woodoo master. Patricia Henderson was the middle volume in this saga of extremes. Neither tall nor short and neither too large nor too small; the same modifiers could be used for either her weight or her figure: in both she was perfectly average. Brad could never have used that word to describe her face, though. To him she seemed to meld the features all the beautiful women he had ever known into one seemingly perfect composite. Wonderful blonde hair, bright blue eyes; even the slight crinkly lines that.