We went to the parking, it was dark and lonely. I put the key but didn’t start the engine.Jyoti : what happened…Me: petrol.(it means a smooch from...her)Jyoti : What?????Me: understand yaar…Jyoti : what is it…..I look towards her and make my mouth in such a way that I need a kiss…..Jyoti : oh ho…..She gave me a kiss and we kissed there for 2-3 minutes.Jyoti : you are really naughty….(Laughing a loud)Me: yes I am.We then started moving towards the highway. I was totally dark and just the road with. I was ignoring the call. My phone rang once, still I was ignoring the call. It would just be another someone, come to say a few meaningless lines and leave. None would hold my hand, a black hole, which would suck away unforgivably at those who touched it. So days passed, and my name sneered at me, for my name was Faith and my heart was lost. Weeks passed, and my damp hands held fast to the wooden handle of my father’s rocking chair. This was stability. This was a plank of wood, and this plank. It wouldn't be much. Carrie knew that two or three bras, a couple bikinis or a G-string, maybe a teddy or a camisole set would be it. The rest of the money would be spent on the children.Jack didn't worry about removing the white bra. He just slid his fingers beneath the elastic bottom and pulled it up to expose Carrie's breasts. He lowered his head to them and ran his tongue around the nipples. As he did this, Carrie pulled his shirt bottom out of his pants and pulled it up, desperately. Usually after the sci-fi meeting we’d go to some unlucky restaurant making too much noise - geeks in a crowd will tend to do that, and I’d give somebody a ride home.“Hm. Well, next time, call,” my wife said.Whatever, bitch. I finished drinking some juice. “Sorry, hon. I gotta go.”A week later, and it was another sci-fi meeting. Jennifer was happy to see me. I had let her know in a phone conversation that we weren’t boyfriend/girlfriend, which she agreed to, stating she didn’t want to get “tied.