Mom: Aree usme kya hai. Maine kai baar suna hai woh tere name lekar hilata hai.Sudha: Yeh kya keh rahi hai? Apka beta mera name lekar hilata hai woh b...i aapko pata hai!Mom: Chal uske room mein usse baat karti hun.Sudha bohot sharma jati hai aur excited bhi hoti hai.Mom:Rahul beta mujhe tumse ek baat karni hai apni Sudha ke baree mein.Me:Kya mom?Mom: Dekh Rahul Sudha ka divorced ho chuka hai. Aur ab woh bohot akeli hai, koi usse khayal rakhne wala nahi hai. Kya tum sudga ka khayal rakhoge?Main. The mushrooms are already clouding her vision and making her disorientated. Incoherent images float in the peak of the mirrored pyramid which encloses her. She feels her consciousness dissolving into the fog ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The morning was bright, hot for the time of year, a lovely day. But still Serena was despondent, could not join in the feeling – not of happiness, more of relief – that enveloped the town. Yesterday’s battle had been brief, designed to salvage a little honour rather than. Having been pretty straight laced most of my life (nothing more than a few blunts in college), I was a little nervous about this. This was definitely unlike my wife, but since we had arrived at the island, her attitude and temperament had done a complete 180 degree change. I was questioning this new, adventuresome Cindy but I was willing to go along for the ride.As the girls laughed and talked, I just looked around at them. I kept taking sips from my water bottle and picking at the label. I was. We walked to the exit and stepped out into the cool night air. It was beautiful out, the moon was bright and it reflected off the lake as we scoped out the area for a nice place to fuck. If I had liked the guy, then the whole scene would have screamed romance with the big moon, the bar over looking the water and a nice sandy beach lit only by the night sky. But really, I didn't give a fuck about the guy, I'm not even sure I know his name or if I ever knew it.He had his hand on my elbow as we.