Mene usse hi bola and baatein hone lgi. Mene jab pta kra woh 25 saal ki thi. Mene fer usse wechat se call kra usne kaha ke yahan call acchi ni hoti tu... ese hi call kro and apna number de diya. Meko toh mze aa gyjssfer mene usse call kri usne naam sunke kaat diya meko lga reh gya sab kuch but baat yr huyi ke usne 2 minute baad khud call kra and kaha ke sorry pehle attend ni kar payi and ol fer normal baatein chalti rahi.Main hassa rha tha kaafi usse tabhi usne kaha ke tum pasand aaye ho mujhe. She was silent for some time and I was asking please tell please tell..She said her relationship is not good with her husband because he is not active in sex… Because of him they are not having kids…I asked from last two years how many times you had sex… She said we have sex once in a month that too I will only ask him after that also he do only for 10 min not more than that…..I said ohhh I ‘m sorry for that, she said no please don’t tell like that… I said can I help you in your sex. When I asked about hosiery, she said, "With this outfit, you don't need hose." She handed me a pair of white pom-pom ankle socks and a denim-colored pair of Keds and said, "Alright, we're outta here!" Katie took total charge at this point. She packed my bags in the car, helped me in, and we drove home. As we neared the house, I got a bit nervous. This was the first time I'd been out in broad daylight outside the house, in my own neighborhood! What would the neighbors say? That question. The upper level was empty of live Martians as well. There was a lot more concrete dust up here and two dead Martians lying near the firing ports. There were hundreds upon hundreds of expended laser batteries piled everywhere. He walked out onto the main floor of this level and then turned to the rear, surprised to see the huge openings in the wall that faced toward the city."What in the fuck did they do that for?" he asked himself, as puzzled as Jeff Creek had been over this seemingly asinine.