He must be. He must. I couldn't read his expression. Had he said it?"Oh. I thought you said something else."His hands were on my knees. The pressure w...s gentle but increasing. He was trying to pull my knees apart! No. Was he trying to hold them together? Oh, god, what was happening? I started to cry again, burying my head in my hands as I sobbed. He disappeared and returned with a Coke. He took my hand and wrapped it around the cold can. I shivered from the coldness. Or was it from his. Me: m not forcing you. It depends on you.Aarti: you are so understanding. Don’t worry you can ask me for anything.Me;(mene use green signle maana) I really want to see ur inner beauty. Can I see ur beautiful boobs?Aarti: she sent me a pic of her cleavage removing of her pallu.Isi tarah baat aage badhi and unhone muje ek naked boobs ki b pic bheji and baaki ka baad me aisa bol k offline ho gai. Mene us raat unke naam ki muth mari and so gaya. But ab muje unko chodne ki unhe feel karne ki chahat. He was a photojournalist, and had travelled a lot. Kind of a dark horse I had noticed the few times I had seen him before, often sitting alone at parties or at the rock club we all went too. I went to the party with a couple of friends who had places in the building, and they told me that he was actually pretty nice, just shy somehow and did better one-on-one. It would be a good party, they said, and his place was really cool. I went, and had a good time. He shook my hand and gave us all a. “Exactly.” I said.”I have to admit, that is pretty smart.” He said while looking at me.I’m glad someone finally seen things as I seen them. I thought maybe he would call me some crazy names or something.”Do you still talk to Jim?” He asked.”No, and I don’t care if I ever talk to that asshole again!” I said.”What he did to you was pretty mean.” Patrick said as he got closer to me.”You’re telling me! He ran off with another man!” I said.”Well, I always knew he was gay.” Patrick said.”Why didn’t.