While I moved the furniture back into place, she would roll a joint for us to smoke as we walked to the little restaurant a few blocks down. She was s...arving after her drive. Chapter 1: Sitting at the Table Where it All Began for Us After dinner, we liked to go to a bar around the corner called One Last Shag. It’s the kind of place where the bartenders come early, sober up during their shift, and stay long after the doors are locked. There’s a garden out back with tiki torches and a fake beach,. So jyada bore na krte hue direct story pe aata hu ye baat aaj se 3 saal pehle ki h hum log bhopal ki ek society me rehte h waha pe club house common tha to shaam ke time me waha pe gym krne jaya krta tha usi time ek bhabhi bhi regular waha gym krne aaya krti thi. Humari hi hello hoti thi. Starting me vo dikhne me thodi chubby thi. Figure bhi msst tha boobs 36 waist 32 nd gaand to pucho mt to bhabhi sirf trade mill hi use krti thi.Me bhot heavy gym krta tha to ek din bhabhi ne mujhe bola ki me. The polite, demure, and respectful demeanour I wear at my jobs is a mask, as well you can tell from this breathless monologue. Not to say I don't enjoy my job, but sometimes I have to paint the smile on as surely as any run-ragged retail worker or overworked barmaid or any other workplace Stepford Wife you care to name. And often I have to act regretful as I turn down the advances of boorish idiots or dodge the hands of losers who think that money makes them attractive. Once or twice I've. Well Keira was more than civil since she didn't know anything was wrong in the first place.It was nice to sit out in the sun with familiar accents everywhere, good coffee, good food. I even recognised a few faces. Keira finally convinced me it was time to see people again, so we were heading out to one of the bars in a group. Her friends and mine. I felt somewhat cheated that I had moved to the U.S just as I turned eighteen, which was the drinking age in Oz. Well I could make up for it on my.