Tumhi chala tar. tya doghi dupari dupari sade tin chya sumaras nighun gelya. aaine aarthat nehmiche kapde ghatle hote. salmachi skuter hoti. mi cycle ...arun hakuch tyanchya mage gelo. mala pahayacha hota tya konti film baghtat te.Tya aadhi super market madhe gelya. tithe salmane aaichya haatat ek kaagad dila aani ti dur geli. tine samanachi yaadi dili asavi asa mala vatla. to aaine vachla aani hasun ti bra panty chya bhaagat geli va tine kahi bra panty ghetlya. itar kahi saman gheun tya baher. ..but who just called to you? You don't know anyone who sounds like that. And if you were asleep, safe at home, wouldn't you be in your soft, comfortable bed?Oh, shit...You _ARE _dead. Is this heaven? Hell? Probably Hell with how much you fap...and to _WHAT _you fap."You are not in Hell, Richard. You are not dead, either." You finally brave opening your eyes to find yourself in what appears to be a beautiful dreamscape. All around you is the funky, cosmos of space, far more vibrant than any sci. (yes, one girl stays near my residence, generally I see her on Sunday’s) I wrote back in two parts, “aur koi”? (anyone else) She further asked, I gave a thought to it, and decided to reveal another female and wrote back “ek married lady hai office mein” (there is a married lady in my office) “age kya hai uski” ( what would be her age)Sheela Didi asked me again, “don't know, must be 6-7 years elder than me” I replied, “nearly my age”? She confirmed, and I replied, “may be” “kisi din akele mein. ”She started to cry, she was speechless.“Lily, look at me. I love you.”“I know but...”“Lily, no, I love you.”She looked at me for a second, I put my hand on her cheek and she put hers on mine. She looked at me with a small smile.“Lily, lets go home.” We walked even closer and in the truck she held onto me like I was a part of her.“Can I sleep in your bed?” She broke the the soft noises of the road. I didn’t say anything as I passed the idea around in my head, trying to figure out where it was.