Flipping on a radio that sat on a shelf near the sink, the beautiful slim, young brunette heard, at a low volume, a very, very apt song start and laug...ed to herself. It was ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down' by Johnny Cash. The first verse played:Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, So I had one more for dessert. Looking in the mirror, green eyes flashed back at her. She muttered, "Hmmm, well I look better than I. But I didn't have choice. I got a short boys haircutand started wearing boy clothes. I hardly ventured out of our apartment,fearing ridicule. I was bored to hell. But I didn't have a choice asJessie wanted to protect her reputation. Our relationship was icy. It wasvery hard for Jessie to look past my huge tits. So she refrained from anyform of sexual activity with me.The thick men's underwear was chaffing my smooth skin, which resulted inrashes. The pain that the rashes caused was unbearable. I. . bas..” Ranbeer thoda krodhit hote hue bola.“To kya pasand hai saale…. Malti chachi ki gand marna?” Bhanu ne bhi usi tarah gusse se bifarte hue kaha.Yah baat sunte hi Ranbeer ka chehra fak pad gaya. Isse Bhanu ki himmat aur badh gayi aur wo bola, “Saale aurat ki gand marne me mazaa aata hai aur aadmi ki gand pasand nahi. Abe saale gand gand hoti… kya aurat ki kya mard ki.” Bhanu ne phir kaha.Agar jyada kuch bola to Thakur saheb se bata doonga ki tune subahMalti chachi ke sath kya kiya tha. Tum. That's a real talent." Thanks, Rudy. No, it's not work that's the trouble, anyway. I'm in a spot personally and I just wonder if I ought to go looking for another town to live in." Want to talk about it? I know you're married, is that where the trouble is? You looking at a divorce, or what?"Sheldon munched on his sandwich for a moment, considering a response. When he had his mouth clear, he turned to Rudy. "I don't talk about my personal life at the office, you know, not beyond the usual small.