"But where's your star?" I finally asked after I'd regained some semblance of control over my still developing emotions."I don't have one yet," he rep...ied simply.I thought on this long and hard, finally telling the man I'd chosen to dedicate myself to for as long as he'll have me, "Well, I don't know if it's a star or not, but feel that your special name should be Imaloa."Distant Wanderer and Seeker of Knowledge," he immediately translated, almost as though musing it to himself alone.Then he. As a result missed My bus to return home. Also no auto rickshaws were available and having no alternative, I had to take a public bus. It was already 07.30 p.m.I was waiting for a KSRTC bus after a very long time and felt awkward standing in the crowded queue. After about 15 minutes the bus which was already very crowded arrived & I boarded the bus having no other choice as the journey was almost an hour to home.The bus was totally jam packed & after buying my ticket, I managed to push my way. I didn’t know if I should try for her or not. Afterall, a lot of the girls here are definitely jailbait,and I’m to pretty to go to prison for 5 to 10. Thecigarette isn’t a clue anymore because you never knowthese days, but then she pulled a beer out of herbackpack, dropped to the railing, and started suckingon a cold one. Now, I know the only alcohol allowed inthe place was from the hotel, and they insisted onhaving a real bartender and security. Not one of thosehalf assed. He lowered her back onto the grass, kissing her passionately in return before nibbling her neck and across the top of her breasts.She clawed desperately at his back lifting his shirt up, until laughing he broke apart and lifted it off in one motion, revealing a lightly haired chest and toned muscles. She pulled him down towards her, hands snaking across his back as he continued to kiss her, then he broke the kiss and his tongue snaked across the top of her breasts, his hand roaming under the.