You don't get to decide justbecause you'd think it'd be easier for me. Unless you can honestly tellme that you have no feelings for me, then I'm not ...oing anywhere."I turned to face her and smiled as I remembered the time we spenttogether as children. I was a pretty big idiot as a kid and she was theone who would always talk - or smack - some sense into me. And now shemade me actually look at her, not as the 'girl next door' but as awoman. I reached up with my free hand to gently stroke her. I remember for a period of time back in the eighteenth century, some were calling me the Great Architect. I always liked that one.”“Here we go,” Wilson lowered his head and shook it slowly. “Why me? All I wanted was a couple of drinks. I wasn’t asking for much and what do I get? I get somebody with a God complex.”Slowly Wilson raised his head up and looked at the large man. “OK, God, what brings you to my table on this merry little Christmas Evening?” His guest threw back his head and laughed. Don't think she wanted me to stop.It was a silly thing for me to say, of course, because two seconds later I was done, throbbing, spurting, again and again. Kate wasn't far behind. I collapsed on her, dead, Kate holding me tightly.After a minute she grabbed my head, turned me, and kissed me. Tongue. Eyes open."I love you, pal."I kissed her back. And again. I didn't need to reciprocate her declaration of love. We were confident enough that neither of us felt the need to respond every time.We. Boys spoke as if they wanted to taste every inch of Pallavi madam all life.But between that a girl told, she tried to touch his tool while posing for the photo. Then, a boy told he also tried to get pallavi’s ass but he couldnt get it. But he told he got an equally tempting hot ass. Everybody knew it was mine and they all laughed and asked me to take it easy.Back home, i realized that I lost my phone midway. I called and was relieved when I knew that it was found on the floor on pallavi madam’s.