I pulled a bottle of Jack out from my bag and poured myself a generous amount. I had long given in to the numbness the alcohol provided, each sip easi...g the pain. Needing something to do I logged onto MyUni! A social networking site similar to Facebook and MySpace where users can connect with others at their own and other universities. There was a new message on my profile which had a lot of replies. Sandra, the blonde bimbo had posted to apologize about stealing my boyfriend, not in those. Wo muje apne bedroom mein lekar gai aur bed par bithaya aur mere kareeb aayi meri dhadkan tez ho rahi thi, wo aayi aur lip kiss karne lagi aur muje boli jaisa m karti hu waisa karo, mein bhi unko kiss karne laga. Fir unhone muje khada kiya aur meri t-shirt aur track utari mera lund ekdum tight ho kar apne underwear m tha. Wo mere lund ko niharti rahi, thodi der baad wo muje boli aao aur meri t-shirt utaro. Mene unki t-shirt utari ahaa kya lag rahe the unke boobs red bra mein mano aisa lag raha. I decided to get a taxi for a ride to home; since I had also taken many drinks. I found a cab office across the street.But then the radio operator told me we had at least an hour wait.She was very kind, offering us to wait in the back room by the fire, since it was being such a cold night. We found there another couple were also waiting. I sat Anita on the couch next to them and I took the only other seat, a comfortable armchair. Soon the kind girl came to indicate the other couple their cab. They just don't make a whole lot of those anymore."Right then, quite unaware of his commander's unstinting praise, Dick sat in his cruiser on a gravel pullout that connected the north and south bound lanes of I-5 about 15 miles south of Bellingham. It was a good spot, hidden by trees from the north and the south had a curve that always caught the maniacs by surprise.Dick looked at his watch, even though his dashboard clock worked just fine. His watch though, that had been a gift from his wife.