Payal mere paas aaye aur mere t shirt faad dali aur nikal ke fenk di fir mere jeans uatri..Ab mai unke samne underwear me tha…Mai zameen pe pada tha...dard ho raha tha payal ne mujhe 7-8 laat mare aur thooka…Fir senior girls ne mujhe bola chal humare paas aake khada ho ja..Mujhse khada nhi hua ja raha tha but fir bhi mai khada hua…Unhone bola knee ke bal baith ja mai baith gya..Fir unsab ne ek sath cigrate jalaye payal aur shweta ne bhi..Aur wo cigrate ke puff mar ke dhua mere muh pe chor rahe. The advantage here was that the plastic jar did not need such careful treatment to keep it from breaking. Both Hippolyte and Janos agreed that a drink frim my jar was much more pleasant tasting than one from the usual goat-skin bag normally used. I only had enough milk for one drinking jug which I kept for Hippolyte and me. Janos would have to make-do with the bag until I could get some more milk and vinegar.As soon as the soap was ready, I had to test it. I broke off a piece of the soap cake. . and it might not be gone wrong. I am reminded of a race car driver who was so far in the lead with 25 laps to go he was coming up on lapping second place for the second time. The car had a tach, an oil pressure gauge, water temperature gauge and a red glass covered light.The car owner and the chief mechanic both told him the oil temperature light was simply a precaution. They had never had a problem with the oil temp. Just as he was pulling along side second place ... for the second time, the. Even breast of my fiancée Ranju was bigger than that of my other. She was weighing then hardly 50 kgs.We were to start early morning of Sunday. It was Friday night. She returned home at her usual time of about 10 of night. I saw her sad and gloomy. She did not talked to me , rather did not looked at me. I heated eatables. We had dinner and I put all used utensils for cleaning. Without speaking a word she walked to her bedroom. I waited for some time. Then I knocked at door. She never locked her.