He kissed my cheek. ‘Happy birthday Babes. What do you want for your birthday?’ I glared playfully. ‘You know exactly what I want James…’ He...shook his head. ‘You’ll get it after work.’ My mouth dropped. ‘I can’t play hooky for one day?’ He shook his head and began to rush me out of the bathroom. ‘Missing work isn’t even an option. Don’t you dare even try to go there.’ I sighed and shook my head. ‘I get the feeling that you are hell bent on trying to make me wait for you.’ James laughed at me.. Sadly, they don't offer letters for apprentices, so you wouldn't get your BFA. And your master wouldn't release you for at least ten years. You plan to be out of here in four." That's what college is for." Exactly. College is for getting letters after your name. It has nothing to do with whether you are an artist. You'll come out of here knowing less than any apprentice who managed to get journeyman status and thinking you know it all." I promised my mother I'd get the degree. I don't need it. Woh thoda ache se time lekar mere lund aur ando ko sabun laga rahi thi.Maine kaha: Achche se lagao aunty, achche se sabun lagaiye.Aunty mujhe dekh boli: Haan haan tumhe to bada maza aa raha hai na, badmash kahi ke.Woh fir apne paaw ke bal baith kar mere jangho par sabun lagati hui neeche jane lagi. Ab unka chehra mere lund ke barabar aa gayi thi. Woh kai baar mere seedhe unke muh ki taraf khade lund par nazar dauda rahi thi.Main neeche unhe dekh bola: Aunty aapko bukhar ho gayi to.Aunty: Hone. He looked awkwardly at the briefs he was wearing, his left hand pulling back the waistband and looking down. Maybe he should ditch the tighty-whities if he were going out. As far as he knew, no one else was aware that he still had some and he'd like to keep it that way. He only had a couple of pairs too - mostly Christmas gifts from mom leftover throughout the years, despite him wearing boxer-briefs since he was fifteen - and mainly kept them as a spare for when he ran out of clothes, which.