Pehle bhi jab mai kabhi mama ke yaha jata tha to mai us ladki ki jawani dekhkar hamesha soch mai pad jata tha ki kash mujhe eski choot mil jaay phir. ...ekin ab mai khud ko es layak samjhta tha ki mai ab ese pata sakta ho. Mai 1 din gharke gate per khada tha to babita bhi apne gate per thii vo mujhe dekh dekh kar kuch bol rahi thi or baar baar mujhe dekhke has rahi thi mai samjh gaya ke line de rahi hai. Mene tabhi ishare se poocha, kiya huaa, usne bhi ishare mai kaha kuch nahi, phir hum kafi der. "Well I have found one, so what do I owe you," I asked wanting to get the hell out of there, before I showed my ass.He wanted $27 for the gloves, so I paid him then left. I drove back to county seat. I had been racking my brain trying to think what I could use in my hand. What I came up with was automotive heater hose. I had seen plenty of it when I worked on the Air Force truck convoys. It was alway blowing out due to the heat in the places, where we were driving.So I stopped at an national. When she walked into the quick lube where he worked, his eyes lit up. After all he had seen her nearly naked. How could he forget something like that? She suggested that they meet for coffee. He suggested a local greasy spoon. So in two days, they met. After they ordered, Bullet looked at her and smiled. "You're the prettiest woman I ever had a date with." Kelle smiled. "This is not a date; I just want to talk." So they talked about that night at Mayhem and she told him in vague details about. Make sure she gets dressed and eats breakfast, brushes teeth, etc. I walk her to the school bus, wave goodbye and return to our townhouse. I go back upstairs to my bedroom. Remove whatever clothes I put on. I crawl back into bed. I put a show or a movie on the TV. It doesn’t matter what it is. It’s purpose is only to help muffle the sounds I’m about to make. I might go “Incognito” on my phone and look-browse some porn. I like to keep an open mind and surf over a few rather than always search.