Our exchange of sights went on and one day when I was parking my bike at the apartments, she was also trying to park her scooty. Suddenly she slipped ...nd was about to fall. I quickly held her scooty and she regained her balance.Then I helped her to put the main stand for her scooty. She said, thanks and moved. From then, we used to smile at each other. To see her, I often came out of my flat and roam here and there. Then we started talking and we exchanged some of our details.Then the actual. They seemed to be laughing. A few moments later, Brad and Glen came back into the room.We left for dinner, meeting our parents in the dining room. Mom gave me a quick glance and smiled. Both Mom and Mrs. Weaver commented on how nice we looked.Instead of a buffet, we ordered our meals from a menu. Dad asked if I wanted a drink. I told him I didn't. Jenny, Brad, and Glen also decided to stick to soda. While we ate, the captain stopped by our table. He asked if we had enjoyed our trip. . Aaaj dikha kitna dum hai tujhme haramzade… rakhel hun main teri…. Maar meri choot bhadve saalee….ME: Mere lund ki pyaas tu hi bujhayegi aur bas ek raat nahi ab jab bhi muje tharak chadegi main tujhe randi ki tarah chodungaaa saali chinaal behen ki lodi…. tu meri tharak mitayegi meri jaan jab mann karega tuje mera bistar garam karna pedega aur me bhi tuje puri garam karke chodunga meri randiiiii…main uske baalon ko kheechta hua bol raha tha aur uske expression aise the jaise wo in sab ke liye. ”“What else you got?”I uncovered the basket of carrots, the spring onions, the heads of buttercrunch lettuce, the loose lettuce for salads, and another basket of mixed greens.She just looked for a minute, then asked for my phone. She made three calls. Ten minutes later I was surrounded by older black and Hispanic women, all talking excitedly. Twenty minutes later, everything I had was gone, a line of ladies clutching bags like they held gold.They all thanked me and I asked them why they didn’t.