That pissed him off, he'd given her fifteen quid,and she comes back with just one bag of food. He marched into thekitchen to demand an explanation, an..., after much arguing on eitherside, it turned out that she couldn't even be arsed to walk up the hillto the supermarket, going to one of those really expensive corner shopsjust because it was a bit closer. It wasn't even as if the food was anygood, it was all really obscure brand names, real rubbish. His eyesfixed on a tin of 'magic' brand beans,. ’ I never understood how I could love a man so much who couldn’t get enough Hank Williams and Willie Nelson. Because my grandfather liked them I’ve secretly begun to like them as well. It makes me feel guilty of being hickish and a closet country-bumpkin. I strive so hard to listen to Mingus and Monk, I can really get into Brubeck and Frank Sinatra… music of four decades ago. They play it in coffee shops now, where people don’t listen to anything but themselves. I was raised by intelligent. Since she was wearing Black Chiffon Babydoll With Split Bodice, Satin and Ruffle Open Cups and Bra Closure, her boobs were dangling down like mangoes on tree except that those mangoes were little bigger in size. I pulled her hair and grabbed it in my palms and she was liking it, She gave me an idea,Huma: “Boss, i know you love my silky hair and want to keep playing with it, why don’t you, pull me by my hair and take me to my room. Just like dog’s owner using the dog’s belt to carry them… use my. Ican't remember anymore, it hurts to try. There he is, sleeping by a dumpster. He looks prettyroughed up, like he was just in a fight or something. Iwalk over to him and put my hand on his cheek, feeling hiswarm skin. Is that my hand? It seems strange to see suchdelicate fingers, topped by long red nails. They looksharp. This is confusing. But more than being confused, I am hungry. I benddown to give him a kiss, I think. I'm not really sure whatI'm doing. As I kiss him on the lips, something.