.Pahle mai pane bare me bata..Mai gaurav mumbai ka rahne wala hu..Meri pichli story me maine meri padosi manisha bhabhi ko kaise choda tha ye bataya t...a..Toh ab mai apni story pe ata hu…. Ye baat pichle month ki hai,mai jab college se ghar aya tab babita ne mujhe khana diya aur mere pas baith gayi..Thodi der baatien karne ke baad wo boli..”Gaurav mujhe pata h tum manisha ke sath kya kya karte ho,ye galat hai chod do ye sab…”Tab mai shant ho gaya par mujhe thoda shaq hua aur maine kaha ” bhabhi. To her surprise, Vijay was still there, but now comfortably sitting on the couch with his pants still off.“What are you still doing here? Go! Now!” she said in a rude tone but in a soft voice so as to avoid the conversation going out.“I… I… I can’t… I…” he stammered while trying to pull up his pants while still seated. Though it was justified for Pramila to act rudely, she was inconsiderate or unaware of the fact that Vijay fell hard on the floor on his bare ass. She would have realized it had. It was years later before I realized that that incident had been Cindi's first primitive attempt to influence, change, and modify events around her. That first time, she used standard, if incredible, means to modify the situation. In future years, she would simply change the parameters of a situation without anyone even knowing she was doing it. My car accident was a classic example. If Megan hadn't understood what had happened, no one would have been the wiser. I would have noticed, just as I. But his lips moved, and Gemma’s eyes caught their every movement. There was no mistaking it. She kissed him hard, and moaned into his mouth, ‘I love you, too.’ .. Summer had faded into autumn in what had felt like a blink of an eye, and it wasn’t long until Ryan found himself pacing up and down on the pavement outside a French restaurant in Hampstead one evening in mid November. He called Gemma’s phone again. ‘This is the Vodafone voicemail service for Oh-Seven-Seven-Three…’ He redialed. ‘This.