She was dark skinned. Had a small nose. I can’t recall whether I saw a bead on it or not. It was ages back. She had a lithe body, slim hands and one of the most gorgeous pair of knockers I’ve seen. I bet you’re wondering how I observed this from the corner of my eye. I eat carrots.
The rangi might be gender sensitive too, or your hair is extremely stubborn and recalcitrant, or your mum`s prayers, deep in the village, are working!
When she sits down next to Pato, she does that thing that chicks do where she sort of wipes her ass with her palms before sitting. It has always amused you, when girls do that. It is weird. We dudes just sit. But girls have to wipe their asses first
This girl, she just happened, like that. The way bad things happen to good people. No ceremony of falling in love, or rituals of romance.
My hands shot up and I managed to feel the links of a chain before they too were caught at the wrists. The chain went round my body fast, then jerked upwards and pulled me. Cold sharp objects punctured me at two points in the back and slid into my flesh. I was sure they were metal hooks.
to be a criminal, you need a sorry background