It was the holidays and a few of my friends planned a meet up at a friend’s place. We played cricket, ate the amazing food cooked by his mom and wer... just chilling. Around 7 pm, we were all getting ready to leave but Vishal whose house we were at, asked me to stay the night. It was unusual and another guy Arjun said that he will also stay the night.Vishal and Arjun were very close and they always used to stay together, study together and always had secrets. After thinking for a while, I. ”“No. No,” Ashe quickly interrupts, shaking her head. “I don’t think that. I just meant that he may begin to think that you’ve conned me not to take you on a tour.”“Oh!” More laughter follows. “Then I suppose we need do something then.”“Right,” Ashe says. “I think you may need to endure a little bit of a tour to keep up appearances.”Rin bites her bottom lip and sort pouts. “I guess. If we have to.”“You just suggested we do something,” Ashe says quizzically.The green alien grins devilishly.. Well, fine. But they were greasy, and she wasn’t going to get her fingers greasy. Besides, she wanted another minute’s rest.“Put it on.”“You’re saying yes?” What was it? The man needed the magic word, or something. Well, her diaphragm was protecting her. Let him have his magic word.“Yes,” she said.He applied the contraceptive. When he moved above her, she readjusted the covers. She put a hand on his chest to stop him until she was ready. Then she guided him inside her. He stopped at the. Ever. This kinda thing doesn’t happen to us in real-life. Fuck Julia Roberts and Richard Gere and all that jazz. Pretty Woman doesn’t happen to us for real. Period. And if it does, it happens to fucking white girls. Gringas. It never happens to a Nicaraguan refugee.”“I can’t promise you a Hollywood ending, Consuela, but I can promise you that your life will be a helluva lot easier and less stressful in every materialistic sense of those terms. I can promise you that your pretty ass won’t be on.