I've created an online suggestion box [at https://poll.ly/#/LBeYMr9X] for characters you'd like to see. Don't be shy. It can be as mundane or as wild ...nd wacky as you want. My only rules are no underage characters- apart from that, everything is welcome to help me brainstorm. The more ideas I have kicking around inside my head, the more I'm likely to add more to this piece! Thanks for reading. Enjoy.You hurried down the pavement, hood of your jumper pulled tight over yourself, hunched forward. , the sort of guy no woman would really look at twice. His salt and pepper hair was a mess under his hat. He ordered a beer and a plate of wings and we began our lunch. Mark said he was forty-eight and divorced and I told him more about last night's party and how much fun I'd had. He asked if my husband knew I was with him. I said not and that I didn't want him to find out. I explained the swing rules that my man and I have. They would not allow me to meet him. He said, "Fair enough," but I. There comes the second one, I was excited to make my next move. While we cross the second speed breaker, I kissed her back and slide my left hand on her waist towards her navel area. She saw my face in the mirror and said.Aunt: Rishi, I know you are romantic. But you romance your girlfriend and not me. Now take your hand off my waist.Me: Aunty, I am romancing my girlfriend only. I love her so much. Maybe she is elder to me. But it is her mistake to take birth 20 years ahead of me.She smiled and. I woke around noon with a minor headache and a bit of a nosebleed, which I thought nothing of, for both had ceased completely by the time I ate through a bag of potato crisps. I was afraid to open the fridge--I had even forgotten, yesterday, to throw out that piece of cheese; and amusingly enough, I slept with my rubber gloves on. I was feeling atypically energetic this day, so I straightened out my clothes, combed my sleazy hair, and left the confines of my flat-block.I had a friend of.