Recently Cassie has become rather foul-mouthed. I normally don’t care, but sometimes it really gets on my nerves. The other day Cassie kept on...with the pro- fanity after I asked her not to. I think she was pushing me to see what her limits were, and she kept on after I warned her that I’d wash her mouth out with soap if she kept it up. Perhaps Cassie thought it was just a figure of speech. Anyway, I told her “That’s it! You are getting a much overdue mouth. Or hot hot mamee jan mere pass beht gai or muje se kehne lage k ab muje mere movie dekhaoo to may ne dekhana shurun ke may ne sirf us k mamee or gand ke hee movie banaii thee to mamee jan dekhte hee muskurane lagee or khaa k is may mera face to nahi ha sirf mere mame or gand hee hai to may ne mamee ko kahaa ap k parts hee itne achee hain k dusre tarf dyan hee n ahi jata to mamee ne khaa achaa to ye bat hai to aj may tumhe sare parts ka jalwa kar sete hun is par may ne mammee se khaa k mamee jan. "You smell wonderful," I whispered.She wriggled in my arms, and her arms tightened around me."So do you..." Food about twenty minutes after I start the Pasta," I said.She giggled, "I should be grateful I get a higher priority than food!"I frowned, as if in thought, "I guess that would depend how hungry I got..."She stifled another giggle, "you're treading a dangerous path, mister!"I released her, tilted her face up to look at me... "I know; and so are you," I remarked seriously, and kissed her. I was wearing my jeans and red blouse with the buttons down the front; not the best attire for the hot weather but all my shorts and t-shirts were being dry cleaned. The heat just hit me as I stepped outside. Within a few minutes I felt sweaty and uncomfortable again. I looked across the street and saw a park – Munich's "Englische Garten". I crossed the road, bought myself a hotdog and went into the park grounds to escape the sun under the shade of a tree.A couple sat down 20 metres away. They.