'Oh well, I guess it's your lucky day Jenny Irvine.' He took the unfinished sketch and signed his name, idly wondering how long before it would end up...on eBuy. He put letter and sketch back into an envelope addressed to his agent, who would then send it on to the girl.He took the next piece of mail from the stack. It was addressed 'The Occupier', the sort he would usually throw out without opening, but this one was different. The paper was of a quality stock. He turned it over and saw that it. All the rickshaw walas are gathering outside these expensive pubs. So, I am waiting and this auto stops and there gets down this rundi, in a small mini, showing her thighs and it’s a low cut dress. The cut is almost till her tummy. So from the side, you can see everything. Aur rundi ne bra bhi nahi pehni thi. Rickshaw wala jab woh utri, to uski gaand dekh raha tha.Aake she straight away hugged me and everyone is looking at us. To my surprise, she was already a little drunk. So I told her,. "Oh, man!" said Sherwin. "You hit it over, so you have to get it." I don't wanna get it." Are you afraid of the ghost that lives there?" No." Then why don't you climb over the fence and get it?" Fine then!"I dropped the cricket bat and walked up to the fence. Sherwin pulled a trashcan near the fence for me to climb on. With my feet on the trashcan, my eyes went above the fence. I looked into Wayne's backyard, which looked so foreign, like a different planet. Wayne's backyard was less neat.. ” He says hi and I return the greeting. He says, “your wife tells me you’re a sissy and love black cock.” I’m totally embarrassed and don’t know what to say. “She tells me your little dinky is locked up in your sissy panties.” I’m really, really embarrassed as my wife is grinning ear to ear. He asks me if this is true, he can tell how uncomfortable I am as I look at him and say, “yes, it is.” He smiles and says not to worry, he would be by later tonight and he wants me all dressed up in a nice.