Tu mae nae kaha ke kal bhi aap naraz ho gai theen is leye tu kehne lagi ke nahi mae naraz nahi hoti tum talash kero andhera bahut hae. mae kush ho gay... aur waise hi hath chalane lage ke mera hath us ki phudi ke uper puhanch geya tab mae nae kaha ke torch nahi mil rahi tu us ke munh se aik ahh nikli or kehne lagi phir talash kero mil jae gi yahan hi ho gi.Is ka matlab tha ke wo bhi yahi chati thee. mae nae aik hath us ki phudi ke uper rakh ker thora zor se ragarna shooroo ker dea tu wo mere or. Then the climax where the poor boy whofinally want to go from flirting and dating to going steady always hadthe same outcome, Beth saying no. The girl, who enjoyed being chasedbut not getting caught, always used the same reason why she did notwant to get more serious; the so called object of her desired wereonly after her because of her looks.Ziggy felt bad for Beth telling and retelling this tragedy over andover again. It was like her dating life was on an endless repeat cycle.He knew the. I mean, I love when we do it, but this is so...different." It's exciting, isn't it?" Yes."You drop to your knees. You look up at me."What are you?" I ask as part of our routine."I'm pretty." Are you a woman or a girl?" I'm a girl." And what am I?" You're a man."As usual, you drop your head. You know what's coming next. I drop several gift cards to the floor. A hundred dollars each. Nordstrom's. Macy's. Bloomingdale's. Bebe. I do it because it turns you on. You gather them up. You feel. I was now more worried about the bits that had dripped onto my silk blouse, I would have to ask them for the dry cleaning bill. I strutted to the bar, walking as slowly as possible to let anyone who wanted to look see me with the spunk over my face. When I got there I purposely went in between two guys so that I would have to touch them to get in. I wanted everyone to get a close up view, and give them the opportunity to feel up my arse in my leather skirt if they so desired. As it happened one.