." I gave them a short, but nonetheless very explicit description."Oh dear," said Mom, confused whether to be sympathetic or amused. Dad was neither c...nfused nor sympathetic. He was regretful that he hadn't been there to see it though. Mom was sufficiently amused not to take umbrage at that. Prof and Vanessa were also amused, but concerned that I might've brought suspicion down on us.I answered, "Possibly, but I had to listen to that tape and I had to keep the two of them on ice until I had. To paraphrase an old saying generally used when referring to children, both managers were wont to say and I quote, 'sluts (that's me and Maya and the rest of the strippers) should be fucked and not heard'. Oh that's not to say that we couldn't make any sound, we just weren't expected to articulate anything that even remotely resembled conversation aside from the usual grunts and groans and vulgar requests that ladies don't make but sluts are expected to.And then suddenly the bulging head of. "I know," he said. "I'll try, I promise. If the drugs work the way you say, It should be easy." "Just you see you do. I can't stand smokers. Smoking makes you impotent, you know?" she said, obviously looking at his the small bulge in his jeans. Self-consciously he crossed his legs as she smirked jokingly. "I'm going to take a shower and freshen up," she said. "You coming?" "Where to?" "To heaven, baby. To heaven." . Our house is single-storeyed, and the roof is visible from the a lot of houses and buildings nearby. “Yes, in broad daylight.” she said. “With whom?” I asked. “On the roof? With Gurmeet.” she answered. “Who is Gurmeet?” “Our postman.” “What??? You have been fucking our postman?” “Yes.” “How did it start?” “There you go again. Details, details.” she smiled, clearly enjoying this. “Don’t tell me the whole story. Just tell me in short how it first happened.” I said. “I was in the living room,.