She had brought up her hands half ways through my emotionally destructive outburst but suddenly let one drop and reached toward me. It was almost as a... offer of peace, an atonement of her own emotional outburst that she wrapped her tear-wet palm about my soft soiled cock. I hesitated in my anger as she started to lean forward, about to do that which I knew she had never done, from the educational walk back from the bar a few hours earlier. In fact, she had admitted to me earlier, that it was. All I couldmake out were the words estrogen and testosterone.Chapter 2: What happened last night. As I was reading or at least trying to read my grandfather'sjournal entries I was trying to recreate a formula my grandfather used,but I was not having a lot of luck. Apparently the estrogen and thetestosterone were blocking each other so I knew I had increase one ordecrease the other. So I tried to increase the testosterone and leavethe estrogen alone but nothing happened, same when I tried the. “A bottle of the Pinot and two glasses,” Karen said.I fumbled in my bag and pulled out a paper bag and placed it in front of her. She opened it and drew out the deep red silk scarf that I had bought her. “I thought this one wouldn’t show the blood.”She lifted an eyebrow. “Good thinking but I hope you’re not planning any more blood?”“No. How can I thank you?”“Oh, Libby, you know perfectly well how you’re going to thank me.”She rolled the scarf a couple of times and tied it loosely around her. Jo karne ka sapna tha woh kar diya tha. Ab mujhe in logo se contact banaye rakhne ki koi zarurat nahi mehsoos hui. Lekin Aseem ke pas mera number tha. Kariban 12 baje uske calls aana shuru ho gaye. Main us waqt cab se ghar ja rahi thi.Uske kam se kam 15 missed calls ke baad maine uska phone uthaya.Aseem- Kaha hai be randi? Kaha chali gayi tu? (Woh kaafi gusse mein lag raha tha.)Me – Sorry. Lekin mujhe ab ye sab nahi karna. Meri khwahish puri karne ke liye thank you. Lekin please aaj ke baad.