“Whadda you want?” Brent laughed. “It’s me. I finished my apology dinner, so you should finish it before it gets cold.” “Okay,” Mark sai... half-asleep, “thanks a lot.” Brent only smiled innocently, and left the room. * * * Mark was a bit groggy, but the sharp bouts of pain of Brent’s pinches had taken their toll on him. He pulled himself off of the bed, and scooted nearer to the table. It was over in a flash. He put the empty bowl and spoon back onto the table and lay back on his bed. He needed. Im 4m a middle class family and honestly speaking i’ve never seen such a party like that b4. The hall was full of beautiful&high society people. Chicks were at their majestical beauty and the most attractive part was with the bhabhies. I was just standing near the fud stalls watching all, suddenly a bhabhi in her mid 30’s collided wid me results in the wetness of her choli. It was only her fault but still I apologized her, she smiled and passed on saying its ok and further said that “baraat. " Aren't they going to be surprised when I show up now?" I couldn't see how this was going to be easy."No," she answered. "I've been telling them that I have a crush on you but you said I had to wait till I was eighteen. I already told them I was going to make you my boyfriend as soon as I was eighteen. They kinda laughed at first. But I told them again last night. My Dad started to get angry but Mom said, if a woman keeps a man in her heart for two years nobody else could change that. Dad got. As we got into the back seat of his friends car, Devon put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Smiling, I shifted and moved into his powerful arm, smiling at him as I did so. Nestled in the protection of his strong arm, Devon’s friend and his date, a black girl named Keisha, suggested we get some wine and head to the lake instead of going to the party. Devon was all in favor of the idea, as was I. As we sat in the car, overlooking the placid lake on this dark, starlit night,.