I thought maybe we could read some more poetry at my place. If you have to go home though, I understand. He said. Me? Oh hell no, lets go read some po...try. I never want this night to end! I was so excited because my dream was finally coming true. So many torturous years of wanting to be Mr. Blues plaything and only now getting a chance. When we got to his place, I saw right away that his house was huge. There were probably about 7 bedrooms in this house and there were books in almost every one. Wow. Andar hi andar woh bhi jaan gayi thi main kyun aaya hun and she smiled a bit. Andar aake maine bolaMe: hi aunty, woh abhay kahaan hai usne computer theek karne ko bola tha.Aunty: woh toh school chala gaya beta, koi baat nahi tum jaake dekhlo.Me: okay aunty.Aunty: main apne room mein rest kar rahi hun kuch chahiye ho toh batana.Me: theek hai.Iske baad maine computer on kiya and thodi der wahin baithne ke baad aunty ke room ki taraf badha. Woh kisi se phone pe baat kar rahi thi toh maine. Sorted. [For U.S. 1/2 beer, half lemonade, mixed} The last few of us ended up at Sloopy's, technically a night club, actually more of a knocking shop. It was mentioned in the sex maniacs' diaryin those days as a "pull joint". A bit later on I once again I found myself at her bus stop. "Can I come back to yours?" I asked "If you want" she grinned I found that with Jane she was USUALLY entirely passive. She'd let the band of the Grenadier Guards have her, but it would be THEIR fault, their. Joan went into the detail of how the tattooist was expecting her and that he closed his store while she was there so they would not be interrupted and how she was roughly anal fucked before getting the piercing. The piercing was a gold ring with the Letter M hanging from it which was another thing I didn’t like.She said Mike wanted to see his initials on her and I didn’t like it, so I rang Mike and Barbara and asked what the fuck they were playing at branding my wife in a way. Barbara told me.