I'mrambling. Aren't I?" When I nodded, she laughed. "My name is Logan and why did you say that about us being girls?" "Have you ever notice that whene...er a woman is running and hurtsherself, it is always her ankle which is injured? It's like the classiccliche. The woman runs away from some terrible monster. Then, boom! She'son the ground. She just twisted her ankle. I suppose, the only questionleft to ask is, `What was this Monster, that you were running awayfrom, Logan?'" Green eyes fell. Wo or jor se or se .. badabdaye ja rahi thi or main puri speed se use chod raha tha fir wo wahan se hati or mere bed pe taange chodi karke let gayi. Or boli “ashu aaj faad de meri fuddi, fuddi ka fudda bna de” or maine uski tannge apne kandhe pe uthai or jor jor se chodna shuru kar diya wo pura wo chilaa rahi thi aaaaaaaaaaa ashu faaad or ghusaaaaaaa uski taange akdne lagi or uske nakhoon meri pith pe gadne lage . main samajh gya uska hone wala hai shayad pehle b hua ho but is baar to mujhe. Looking up from my book I saw that the diner was still packed with no tables free. I was alone and taking up a 4-seater table so I said, Of course.Putting away my book to be friendly we began talking and he was interested to find out I was a writer but, as usual, I was far more interested in finding out about his job and him. Turned out he was a long distance driver on just his third or fourth trip since graduating from his training course. He was 22 and loved driving. The money was good, he. . I just wasn’t in the mood for it, but it was as if the primal hunting part of my brain had been switched on.“No,” he said, ignoring my snide comments. “I invited her over so that I could compare your tastes, and she mentioned that she gives the best blow-jobs in the city.”“Oh bullshit,” I said, unable to contain myself.If there’s one thing I pride myself on, it’s giving head. Believe me - I’m no slut, but if you show me a man that I can’t get off with my tongue and lips alone, I’ll show you a.