..until i was out with henry, my secret daddy, outside the restaurant , they had rent the whole place and the backalley was quiet , he whispered in my...ear it was time for dessert before walking outhe light his cigarette, pushing me against the brick wall , my knees failing under his pressure his zipper open, my treat already up and glorious , wrapping my mouth around his tasty bbc , looking up at him smilling ''good boy, work for that dessert boy, comon like this we gotta be quiet , i dont want. Tbhi adil fridge se cake la kar aya. or kaha klets enjoy the party. adilNa hmen apne kpray utrnay ka kah main na apni kamiz reomove ki laiken sara na hili. sheri na aik thpar kas kar sara ki gand pa mara or kaha sali tere intezar main thay abh na tarpa dakh sumbal ko kasiay gashti bni ha us wkt tak main panti main thee. sara na bhi kptay utar diye ali na haris ko cake katnay ka kaha. haris na cake kat kar do hisay bnaey aik hisa mere mumon k drmyan or aik sara k boobs k drmyan. or teenon na. That’s when Rachel turned to me. ‘What do you think Haley?’ I’m always the one in the middle with them. I can tell Tia’s not on board but I think her dislike for the idea is much less palpable than Rachel’s enthusiasm. ‘Well, okay,’ I say. Rachel’s about to jump out of her seat so I cut in before it’s too late. ‘But only if we come up with something cool. Not Charlie’s Angels.’ I glance at Tia and she shrugs. I’ve successfully appeased both of them. Looking back, I wish I had agreed to. As I lay there on the hard ground, under the tent, trying to fall asleep I suddenly heard the zipper of another tent not far from mine. Being of a curious nature I decided to have a peek. I had one of these old tents which did not have a zipper so I could sneak a peak through the opening held together by ropes.And there she was, squatting a few steps away from her tent. “What was she doing?” She put her hand under her nightgown and fiddled around. Then in the dim light of some distant street.