The waiters came in and brought our drink orders, as I sat at the head of the table, surrounded by balloons and flowers.“Thank you all so much for c...ming.” I said looking around the room.Drell was to my left and Darren was to my right, both unknowingly touching my legs under the table. I was dripping wet.“What are you thinking of eating?” Leah asked.“Steak, I hear their steaks are amazing.” I said looking at the menu.“So after dinner, what plans do you have? Should we take you to a club?”. Hum tino car se hall gaye. Box me main aur tannu pichhe ki seat pe baithe aur suman aage. Film shuru hone ke sath hi main ne apna hath tannu ke thiks pe rakh sahlane laga.vo kuchh nahi boli.main ne ek hath uske kandhe pe rakh kar chuchi ko dabane laga. Vo chupchap baithi rahi. Ab main ne samij ke ander chuchi pe hath phirane laga,nipple ko dabata kabhi chuchi ko sahlaat.vo halki aawaj me aaaaaahhhh uuuuuuh kar rahi thi.phir main ne ek hath ko ushi salwar ke upar se hi chut pe phirane laga.vo. Sometimes, I wonder what is it that makes me different. And why the broad spectrum of humanity disgusts me so much. Seriously. Misanthropy is the perfect word to describe my state of mind most of the time. The things I see people do completely stun me at times. Male and female, black and white, straight and gay. They’re all the same to me. A mundane bunch that’s good for nothing. Am I the only person who feels that way? My name is Stephen Victor. A big and tall black man of Haitian origin. He was dialing his mother’s phone when he came out.“Hi, Annette,” he said.“This is Philip Warner, Beth’s son. I’m not sure if you remember me.” Hailey watched Phil blush.“Uh, thank you,” he answered.“The reason I called is this: Do you know Josh Carter? He works for Joe. Yeah, that’s him. Is he married?” He listened for a moment.“Well, the reason I wondered is because he is at my apartment fucking an 18-year-old college student who works for him,” Phil said.“I thought maybe his boss would like.