Phir usne mujhe ulta litaya or meri trouser or underwear nikali or lund ko gand k uper aage piche karne laga .Uss rat bas itna hi ho paya. Phir ham do...o ne bathroom jakar muth mari or so gaye. Phir next day ham der se uthe hamara room mate bahar gaya hua tha. Ham dono akele hi room mai the. Toh usne phirse waise hi karna start kiya .Wo mere lund ko sahla raha tha or mai usk lund ko. Phir usne mujhse pucha ki muh mai lenga kya maine pahle nahi kaha phir wo bola ki wo bhi mera muh mai lenga toh. I wasn't going to talk to them, of course, that would be crazy. Anyways, I just couldn't fall asleep, I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. Well, tomorrow, at least. Now sucks. Once again, I squirm myself deeper into the bed, this time shaking it to the point of it squeaking.With a sigh, I move my eyes to the risen window on the wall next to me. The starry night gleams with tiny white, glowing dots. Starting from the top left corner of the glass panels, I begin counting the blinking. Alin opened up to Porter, conversing with him as Porter had seen him talking with Gilly many times. They covered many topics of politics and hunting, of geography and the Waste. Porter learned about the wines of Anshar, the subtleties of different regions of masa root, and the flavors of nella, roasted, salted, and stewed. Gilly had her own opinions on the subjects, especially politics and the court of the palace in Timisoara. Alin knew the gossip of Sky House like an old hag. He even delivered. “Listen lady, if Kent wanted your car he would have it by now.”“What’s that supposed to mean?”Rick and Time looked at each other and shook their heads. “Times wasting, let’s go.” Tim said and they both turned and walked towards Mollies car. Again Molly stood there dumbfounded and confused. “He has to have an agenda.” She said under her breath.[p]When she finally reached her car Tim, was almost done putting air in her tire.“Looks like this one is holding.”“They might just have let the air out.”.