Main kuch khane ka nasta le kar sasur ke room mein ghussi.Toh dekha pati Rajesh ko pyar se uski galtiyan samjha rahe the. Pati thoda dara hua sa bhi t...a. Kyunki sasur ka bharosa nahi tha. Kab gussa ho jaye aur thappadon ki baarish ho jaye. Lekin mujhe aata dekh kar pati thoda nischint bhi ho gaya. Mujhe dekhte hi sasur ki aankhon mein bhi ek chamak si uthi.Main samajh gayee ki kya hoga aur sihar si gayee. Nashta dete waqt mein jhuki toh zara sa pallu sarak gaya aur saree toh nabhi se niche hi. "Graduation? As in high school?" Wendy questioned."Yeah," he responded."Are you enjoying staring at my butt and boobs?" she asked.Kurt blushed and stammered for an answer as Wendy heading back toward the front of the plane. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was looking and gave him a wide smile when she saw his head peek over the seat tops. Soon the beverage cart appeared and drinks were served.When she leaned down to ask what he wanted Kurt noticed that the top buttons of her uniform. He was thankful for Gloria because she gave him the level of comfort he needed to get through the entire dreary affair. He stripped down to his jockey briefs and slid in under the clean sheets focusing the female prosecutor’s pretty hindquarters in his mind as a prompt for a “happy ending” dream to make his sleep hours more entertaining. He absent-mindedly studied on the possibility of bending the glorious-assed, female officer of the court over a wooden bench to test the depth of her legal. The man at the desk didn't blink at his signing Hal's name, didn't even ask to see the ID he'd borrowed; another worry gone. He got back in the Jeep and drove it to their parking spot. Sam's shocking-pink Suburban was apparently the only one on the Front Slope. He'd never seen another. Any of their friends seeing it at a motel would jump to the obvious conclusion.Hal's black Jeep Cherokee was just like a million others. Nobody would recognize it, and -- if someone did -- they would think of Hal.