You could walk the streets at night in most neighborhoods and the gangs hadn't taken over yet. There was still a trace of that heady excitement, that ...ubbling sense of unlimited possibilities that was the short-lived legacy of the Sixties.Jamie was fresh off the bus. Not quite as clueless as fresh off the boat, but close. He had walked out of the Greyhound terminal with suitcase in hand, seventy dollars and change in his pocket, and no place to stay. Not much in the way of plans, either.... Naked young woman sitting there next to me, but I had."Only if my sitting here like this makes you uncomfortable," she informed me. "I'd actually like to sort of "air out" for a bit if you don't mind. I do have one more change of clothes I can put on after I do for a bit. Unless you'd rather I don't." Doesn't bother me, but you might want to keep an eye out for any big rigs, or cops..." I said pausing. Once again she laughed. "Yeah, guess I'd better do that since I'm sure you'll be looking. The video was on and one music cd was playing. The driver said the helper “hey Bhima, kya gaana wanaa lagake rakha hai, jo dharmik cd tu laya hai usko dal na” The helper started teasing the driver. “Sala budha 55 sal mein bi rangeela banta hai. Dharmik cd dekhega. Aap jante hain Guddu bhaiya (Conductor) ye budha apni 15 sal ki natin ko bi nahi chhoda.” The conductor was in mood and supporting the helper said “sahi me hai kya? Kya Ganesh ji, batao na?” The driver got embarrassed and said “Nahi. We heard a little sound, and we stopped our action for a minute to check if something is happening.After confirming that it is nothing, I put my hand again and started pressing it and kissing her. I started to feel a few drops of milk on my hand. I licked it from my hand, looking at her. She bit her lips and realized that her boob was almost out. She tried to put it back in.Me: Don’t. I like to drink milk before going to bed. (and started to kiss her bare boob and suck on it. I was about to.