Or boli “ashu aaj faad de meri fuddi, fuddi ka fudda bna de” or maine uski tannge apne kandhe pe uthai or jor jor se chodna shuru kar diya wo pura...wo chilaa rahi thi aaaaaaaaaaa ashu faaad or ghusaaaaaaa uski taange akdne lagi or uske nakhoon meri pith pe gadne lage . main samajh gya uska hone wala hai shayad pehle b hua ho but is baar to mujhe aisa laga raha tha jaise itna paani niklega k mera lund poora bhig jayega. Uski aankhein band ho gayi or wo niche se dhakke marne lagi. Tabhi meri nazar. Michele's plum-red painted fingernails dug into the steering wheel and she froze in terror. The large sedan pulled off the street and a short fat man struggled out of the driver's side door carrying a large carrier bag and waddled up to Michele's car and dropped into the front passenger seat; the suspension springs moaning in protest. He passed the carrier bag over the back seat.Wassa turned towards the back seat and smiled at his two accomplices."See guys; not only did I find us a new car; I. Beyond that glass wall was the Atlantic Ocean, with the full moon resting atop of it. The balcony door was cracked so we could feel the slight ocean breeze and hear the steady crash of the waves. Everything about this view, this suit, this night.. was perfect. To me, it felt almost like we were in a dream. We were standing together, his arm around my shoulders and my hands holding his, taking in the view and feeling the electric sparks of romance with every touch. I turned my body towards his. This works out well because now he can drive us to school and pick us up afterward. It also means that he cooks. He knows the same dishes that Gramma used to cook, and I love those. He knows how to grill and to barbecue and that there IS a difference. And he can read recipes. We won’t starve, nor will our lives be one restaurant meal after another.Wednesday after school Aunt Barb came to the house and retrieved me and Bink to go to the beauty shop. It’s haircut time.Bink hit the chair first..