” That’s like saying the sun sets in the west, but I don’t comment; she goes on, “Do you have a fever or anything?”“Not that I’m aware o....”“Me either.”“I don’t own a thermometer, though. I guess if you were here you could feel my forehead.”“A rectal temperature would be more accurate.”“You have a rectal thermometer?”“No, idiot, that’s a joke. If I can take your temperature by feeling your forehead I could do the same thing by sticking my finger up your ass. Plus, I know how much you like. They were strategically placed and stood ready to coaxsunlight in at the first hint of dawn. Looking higher I could see the grey slate roof and the manychimneys that crowned the house. They gave promise to the fireplaces inside, ready to warm theoccupants on cold or damp nights.Yet as I paused at the gate, staring at the gracefully arched entrance to the home, it appearedstrangely uninviting to me. The decorative marble pillars on either side of the front door seemedcold and unwelcoming. As. Mere kiss karane ki vajah se is baar bhabhi chikh na saki, par muje laga unhe thoda jyada dard hua is baar. Mein ab unke blouse ko utarane laga unki doodh jaise uroz ko nanga kar diya aur blouse ko nikal fainka ab ve bilkul nangi thin. Mein maje se unki ek choochi ko khas kar ke unki gulaabi nipple ko choosane laga aur dusari choochi ko haath se masalane laga. Mein bari bari se dono choochiyon ko choosata raha aur bhabhi “sssssh issss” karane lagi.Ab bhabhi ka dard shayad kam hua to ve aur maja. Eight mile is the border between Detroit and its suburbs. It is far more than just a line on a map. As soon as you cross Eight Mile the rules change. On the Detroit side of the road, the cops have too much to do and too many serious crimes to worry about. They totally tend to ignore homeless people, and hookers are a mere annoyance. But if you cross the road and go into Ferndale or Hazel Park, the homeless are not tolerated, and hookers are immediately prosecuted. For two cities that are so.