The new era. New technology. What total shit. The fundamentals never change, they haven’t in over 500 years. Go back to the law of supply and demand... Look at history, that’s where you will find the truth about the ‘new economy’. But no one was listening. After torturing herself with CNBC and cold coffee for an hour, Burnside noticed it was light outside. Time to walk the dog. Old Maynard was on the back porch. The dog, named after the famous economist John Maynard Keynes, was 17, and looked it.. On hearing this I was overjoyed. After few minutes the door bell rang and I saw my sexy aunt standing in front of me. I kept starring at her for long time. To which she said “aab andar bhi aane do … khade khade thaak jaungi”. I came back to my senses and allowed her to come in. She went in the kitchen to have a glass of water. I asked her about her health as if she is OK.She said she is fine now and needs to take some rest. She made her way to bedroom and called me. She asked me if I enjoyed. And if I could just keep my mind focused and my hands idle until I fell asleep, I could have one of these wet dreams that God and my Mum wanted me to have. Before the conversation with my mum, I was vaguely aware that these dreams were enjoyable, but none were particularly memorable. Then I drifted off to sleep one night and everything changed. I was at school. I was walking along the corridor between classes with my friends. I was angry about something. My friend Russell was shouting at. She looked up without saying a word as she stroked his limp dick, but her face said it all…he stormed off to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later. “That doesn’t happen, you’re just too old and fucking ugly.” He reached for his wallet, took out half of what he owed Joy and threw it on the floor at her. “Don’t tell anyone or I’ll make sure you regret it, I know a lot of powerful people.” He laid down on his bed as his hooker quickly dressed, acting dishevelled as she left the room with.