Ye soch mein aage boli: Hmmm, haan, tum mujhe kal raat sone nahi diye to neend theek nahi hui thi.Rakesh: Ghabrao mat, aaj ki raat bas jag lena, fir t... kalse main waha tumhare sath hi rahunga.Main: Hmmm, to matlab kal raat se mujhe bilkul sone nahi doge.Rakesh: Haan woh bhi hai, par main bhi to sath mein jagunga, hahaha!Main: Mmmm, I miss you, aise sab bolkar tarsaao mat abhi, bas kal jaldi aa jao.Rakesh: Bilkul jaanu, kal dopahar tak main Bangalore pahunch jaunga, uske baad tumse aise. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.19. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get. As I undressed her and put her into bed, my belly was alive with excitement.The next phase in my plan had worked; only one more to go!Tread very carefully girl, you’re nearly there!*From the moment I stepped out of the house the following morning, the whole village was buzzing with the news: Johnny had finally seen the videos that every schoolboy in the village had watched; he had found out that his supposedly sophisticated London wife had cheated on him and had thrown her out of the house.Very. Their lips didn’t part, but hands fumble to reach buckle and button, smoothing over newly exposed terrain to divest each other of every bit of clothing. A few awkward moments of balance and a solid tear later, she nearly loses her balance shimmying out of her panties. He grabs her before their lips lose contact. Nearly overbalancing himself, he pulls her to him and her breasts are crushed against his chest. Hard gasps at the contact of full skin on skin from both of them. His mouth trails to.