..to which the both of them would laugh at andtell me condescendingly " chrissy nothing you have to say is of anyinterest to us...now shush...before...we hike up that pretty black dressyou look so good in and yank your g-string down and lay into thatfeminine looking ass of yours and really give you something to pleadabout". So like a lil hypnotized doll I sat in the back seat looking atthe back of their heads and listening to them carry on a conversation. Anormal conversation between any. "He yelled a final time, "Here we go!"Then he took the Frankenmonster out of stealth mode, put on The Battle of New Orleans (damn now that's fighting music) and floored it but didn't turn on the smoke screen. I guess he wanted me to be able to see what the hell I was firing at. I grabbed an RPG, rested it on the gun mount and when we got close enough, let her rip and blew the hell out of the lead truck.I saw Banzai pump his fist, then all hell broke loose. It reminded me of the time I shot a. “People might spot us through the window (the bed was attached to the window).“Nothing will happen…nobody will be out at this time of the night.”He turned on the ac and slowly climbed over the bed. Anjali was still standing near the bed.“What are you waiting for? Come to bed aunty!”She slowly moved towards the bed and digging her knees over the mattress she started climbing. Rahul pulled her hands and she landed completely over him.“Is this your first time Rahul?” she asked smiling.“Yes. It’s hard to cultivate a dominant sneer if there’s a dew-drop on the end of your nose. Anyway, I wanted to say thanks for looking after Gordon at the show.”“He wasn’t any bother. I was just sorry that you missed it, You’d have found lots of ideas.”“That’s OK. Gordon was under strict instructions to tell me about anything interesting and I’ve had a few thoughts as a result. He gave me a very full report – well he did once I had him tied down and got the strap-on out. That does seem to encourage.