I lower my sword, dropping the shield and I simply wait. I am grazed and nicked over a half dozen times in this melee. Letting the blood flow, minimal... as it is to enflame the crowd. A hush falls over the crowd. A pause A moment…he realizes his fatal error. He charges…nearing…closing…sword held high. Turning my wrist , stepping in at the last second, letting the flat of my blade strike his elbow, as he harmlessly passes. The shock from the impact causes his hand to open involuntarily ….and now. Mere chutad fad ke bund ch lun dhak dita ta kasse te kassa marda reha, fer une meri bund wich hi apna pani kad dita te mere upar hi lamma pee geya . Meun unu pare kita te jaan lagi taJeeta : kithe tur geyiPeeto : moot karn chali aa nale aa bund bhi dho aawa tu gandi karti.Jeeta : jaa jaa kar aa mootMein bathroom chali geyi . Mein fuddi te bund nu towel naal saaf kita te moot karn beh geyi ta oh magar hi aa geya.Preeto : tu kithe muh chukeya , ki hoyaJeeta : aaje ta kuch nhi hoya hun hoyu jo. Not from some fear of flying, but nerves about the guy she was going to meet.They had fallen for each other on xhamster, but was he actually going to be there when she got off the plane? she knew she was taking a risk meeting a complete stranger. If he was, would he be as handsome in real life as he was in pictures? would he find her attractive? and most important of all would he fuck her? That is what she wanted so desperately from him.As she walked through the departure gates, she looked for. Laughing together eases tensions. Pride in Gidget shared in common.What’s to be tense about? Will says it feels crazy, talking to himself, meaning talking to me. I convince him, my memories of being him feel different from the few days I have been a separate me. I am a different person, with his persona only as background memories, but no longer am I his persona. I’m distinctly me.Giget knows it. Calling me uncle feels natural to us both. Will is a little mollified by the uncle business, bur.