Ki aankhon main dekha us ki aankhain nashay main choor ho gayi theen aor us k mooh main paani aa gya tha choot par khujli honay lagi woh jaanay lagi t... mainay apna lulla bahir nikaal k kaha k bhabhi meray munnay ko bohat dard ho rahi hay zara is ko oil laga do bhabhi sharma gayi aor tail lay aayi mainay apni pent utaar di aor bed par lait gya mera lulla full josh main tha bhabhi nay apnay naram naram haathon par oil laga k meray lullay. Ki maalisgh shuru kar di aor garam bhi ho gayi mainay apna. ”“I thought Hemingway included drinking and screwing.”“Those were personal pastimes, not required.”“So you don’t recommend those?”“I didn’t say that either.”“Thank you.”“So, are you going to quit?”“Maybe. If I had to decide right now, yeah but I think I want to talk to Emma again.”“That’s probably a prudent thing.”After that, we went upstairs and everyone gorged on pizza. Ji was getting really good and she blushed from embarrassment at the compliments. Afterward, Lavi came into the living room. We only had a little venison there, as the rest had been left with the Kotaros.We ate out that night at a small restaurant and saved the venison to snack on in the morning on the way to the airport. We had notified the hotel desk that we would be leaving very early in the morning. Following a good shower, we were in bed early that night but only to sleep, and were up very early in the morning, even for us, to chant before changing our appearances to those we would be traveling as on this first. He’s better now, but not out of the woods yet. Then my wife had another accident, not life threatening but very painful. Happily, she’s on the road to a full recovery. And the dog ate my homework. Seriously, when you spend as much time in emergency rooms and intensive care unit waiting rooms as I did, you think about a lot of things. I started writing as a goof, telling my wife I could do a better story than some I had read. She urged me to go ahead, I might like it. And I did. The better part.