Kabhi kabhi to mann karta ke himmat kar ke usko itni zor se dhakke maar maar ke chod dalun ke uski pyas ko hamesha ke liye bujh jaye aur uski aankhon ...i chamak wapas aa jaye.Aur doosri hai shanta. Shanta arun se teen ya chaar sal choti hai. Bohot chanchal. Hamesha uchal kood karti rehti dhamal machaati rehti. College mai padhti thi. Bohot sunder thi. Gora rang, kaale baal, chamakti aankhein, kadak apple jaisi chuchian takreeban 32 ya 34 ke size ke honge jinhein dekh ke koi bhi apne hatho mai le. How else could you explain some of the things I am encountering these days. The strange behaviors of American men and especially American women will never cease to amaze me. They’re such a weird bunch. Two-faced, and deceitful. Lucky for us, I am more than equipped to deal with them. The other day, I walked into a department store in the city of Brockton. The store is located near East Bridgewater, right at the city limits. I just walked in. Just a six-foot-something good-looking and. Her right calf was between my legs. Her face was flushed and she was drifting to lala land, zoning out.DanyAnne's t-shirt was no better than her moms, but she sat mostly with her little pert titties below the level of the water. She was fading too, it looked like. Long day I guess, ha ha."Truth Or Dare, " DanyAnne asked me, looking me right in the eyes. I glanced at Shelley, who know appeared back in reality, and was looking at me expectantly."Truth" I said."Do you have a girlfriend?" No," I. Instead, I typed "keyevents in American history" into the browser. Then I settled in andlooked down the list of items that appeared.When Katie tapped on the door and told me that the shower, and whateverhot water might still be available, was all mine, I had seen enough. IfI had to make a guess, I would say that it seemed that this dimensionwas about ninety-five percent similar to mine. Of the five percent thatwas different, only a few were major differences.The Pearl Harbor thing was only one..