All of us sat down, snacks on the table, mostly vegetables like cucumber, carrots, some fruits left over from breakfast, tea, yoghurt and mango drink ...assi and some coconut milk. We started the conversation about how erotic last weekend was and very addictively pleasant, not a bad word was spoken, not one jealous moment. Everybody was ok with everybody.I reminded that Celia seemed upset when she first confronted us on Sunday morning when she unexpectedly caught us in a soaked bed, with the. . Phir hum uske hostel ke pass garden me bench re wha beithe baate mari… Dheere dherre humri baatein jyda hoti rhi…Humrk dusre ki chedne lge… Ek din hum dono baate maar rhe the bench pr beithe hoye.. Mera haath uske shoulder pr tha dheere dheere niche aane lga mera haath mera haath uske biobs pr lg gya.. Wo bahut soft the and so firm..Mai jan mutch kr hath upr niche krne lg gya.. Aisa bahut dino tak chalaBut one day usse pata chl gya mujhe lga ab wo nraz ho jayegi and sab khtm hogaBut next day. I’ll give you the best god damn blow job you have ever had in your sweet life, eh? What say you?I was surprised with the proposal; speechless even, which surely took as hesitation, or maybe even disinterest. His eyes began turning sad, which sunk my heart.“Hell, I’ll shave my beard. I’ll shave my fucking beard! Please, please… please!” he continued.I couldn’t hold it and snorted out a laugh. Eventually, I finally regained my breath although I still couldn’t stop laughing.But I finally said:. That Saturday night, the young couple was unpacking their stuff in the new house, having had completed the move to the new place in the morning. They were almost done, though, with several empty cardboard boxes lying around every room.Duke finished dropping some personal items in the drawer of his nightstand and took a deep breath, putting the now empty box aside next to the other ones. He stood up and went over to the window, his hazel eyes scanning the quiet street outside. He ran a hand.