Main chacha aur chachi.April ke mahine mein kafi garmi hoti hai. Aksar main apne room mein baith kar TV dekhta tha. Chachi chacha ko office bhej ke mu...he naasta deke nahane chaale jaati thi. Ab tak mere mann mein unke bare mein koi gaanda khayal nahi tha.Main apne business mein jyada vyast rehta tha. Mera sara business online hota tha aur laptop per hi saara kaam karta tha. Ek din main nasta karke laptop pe baitha kaam kar raha tha toh chachi ne mujhe kuch saman laane ke liye kaha. Main woh. ” “Uh-huh. And you wonder why you're still single.” “No, I don't, actually. And before you even start, this is not some kind of internalised homophobia. What do you say about most other women?” “That they're either slutty or dumb. Or both.” “Yep. I don't call you misogynistic.” “Maybe you should call the guy who likes Scrabble ...” “I'm going. Which means you're going.” She pouted. “Can I come?” “No!” “Can I at least stay here?” “The last time I left you along in my flat I came home to find you. This time she kissed him back. Their tongues started wrestling in each other's mouths. As he kissed her, Armand wiped the tears from her cheeks with his hand and picked her up. Ashley wrapped her legs around his waist as Armand started walking through the living room and then up the stairs to his room. Armand casually kicked the door closed as he carried her through his doorway, never leaving her lips unattended. He fell to the bed with her on top of him. She took his shirt off of him, she put. When we asked you to come, we didn't really think about what we'd do when you were here; we just thought it would be nice to spend some time with you. The main town isn't that far away, it's where we're going later, and I think you can hire scooters." Don't worry, I'm perfectly happy with being here with you both; it's just something that I think I'd like to do. I suppose it's my job: writers tend to be curious about everything, it's where we get our ideas from. I don't even know where I want.