Otherwise, she would wait for me, pretended to read the newspaper. After one month we become friends, her name was Nithya, a Bangalore girl, her studi...s were over and she was looking for some job.We both exchanged our mobile numbers. My roommates were not aware of our friendship. Daily we talked on mobile usually in the night time. In nighttime I used to go to the parking area, from there I would call her to avoid disturbance of my colleagues. Nights we would talk about everything. We used to. The God of Love must be the strongest of all Gods.”“After the voice sounded, I was teleported to another place.”“I walked into a library, and the voice sounded, speaking to read all the books inside. There should have been more than a thousand books, but as the voice didn’t sound later, I started reading.”“The books had a lot of useful information, but they mainly talked about what I told you before. Universes, dimensions, timelines, planes of existence, Gods, Demons, the creation of the. Mom and Dad fucked a couple times a week and my pussy always got dripping wet each time I lay in bed listening to them and anticipating what would happen next. We live in a lower middle class neighborhood in an older 2 bedroom, one bath home. Not bad but not anything fancy either. The bedrooms are next to each other and the wall is thin and Mom is a loud fuck so I can clearly hear everything that is going on in their bedroom. I could hear the bed squeak and sometimes the headboard would pound. ” He smiled sadly. “This war has made fools of us all. Three years ago I drove through the English countryside with my girlfriend, and now I am dropping bombs on her towns. War is a mockery of all that is good and kind, it is the final insult mankind can throw at God.” Dorothy glanced down and adjusted her tie. “If it means anything to you, I do not hate the Germans. I used to write to a German girl before the war, we were pen pals, she lived in Essen.” “I know the town well, I was born not far.