I collapsed onto a couch, and he fetched me a drink (I don’t know why it took him so long) and sat on the sofa opposite.“Now,” he said, staring ...e straight in the eyes. “Tell me all about it.”For the next fifteen minutes, I regaled him with the tale of the latest in a string of truly terrible dates. He nodded, sympathized and laughed at all the right places as I drank down the whiskey and soda he’d fetched me, and tried to ignore the steady, rhythmic ticking of the clock (was it always that. Wo mjhe dhakka dene lagi aur hatke bola ki nahi yr m ye sab nahi karungi abhi ready nahi hu in sabke liye to m bola koi ni m ready kar dunga wo mana karne lagi aur mjhe gussa aaya aur maine uska top faad diya.Wo gussa hui aur jaane ki baat kehne lagi to maine kaha achha sorry m naya top laa dunga abhi maan jao to wo boli ki yaar mjhe ye sab nahi aata maine ajtk nahi kara aisa kuch to m bola m kisliye hu.Fir m uski pant m haath deke uski choot masalne laga ab use bhi achha lagne laga to maine. I agreed, we went there and took good care of her for next couple of days till she was fine again. Once she good better, she texted me thanking for all the help and support. That’s when we started talking, we started about her, how hard it is for girls to stay alone, then it’s was ex, my Gf, her interest and all. In a couple of weeks we spoke day and night and really got along well.The incident happened when we were having a night out at her place, it was me ankita my Gf and few of their. He picked up the bra next. He was an expert at taking them off, but this was a different animal entirely. How difficult could it be, he thought. He tried to put the bra on like he had seen his wife do a million times. Arms through the straps and hands trying to hook the back closed. After a few minutes of struggling, he took his arms out of the straps, turning the bra so the back was at his chest. He then hooked the three hooks and turned the bra around, finally placing his arms through the.