A book lay on a desk within the window, "Just sign and date it and print your name and address, oh and land line phone number," I suggested."Look, rea...ly I wasn't," she said plaintively."No," I agreed, "Just sign," she found it awkward the window was rather narrow, she couldn't reach, she wriggled both arms through the narrow gap and as she did so the top of the window silently slid downwards on polished steel guides that had once graced the front of a Harley Davidson motorcycle controlled by. I was always prepared to help meat out justice, but Phil and Jenny are far more tolerant and forgiving. They take a boys-will-be-boys attitude, and boys need guidance not discipline. I can still hear their bullshit as though fresh from a bull's ass ten years later:We are not here to lead; we only guide.If boys earn discipline, adults have failed.Boys are never bad, simply misguided.Show me a boy who isn't interested in kinky sex, and I'll show you a girl dressed like a boy.To which I usually. "Let's get out of here. I'm okay to drive." With that, Matt and I made our way out to my Hybrid Nissan, cranking the heat as soon as it started up (stupid winter) so we could see through the windshield. We sat there and chatted for a few minutes, waiting for the defroster to work it's magic when Matt all of a sudden perked up like he was just splashed with ice water."You know what babe? I think I'm going to request that tonight is a 'gentleman's choice'. You cool with that?" Matt asked.. She told me how she wishes her boyfriend was with her instead of me so they could try having sex on the bus.Soon we lay down, Mansi put on her earphones and i was on my phone messaging this chick i met a few days back called Rhea. I had only met her once but i got her number. We were talking a lot and we had decided to go out once i get back from Mumbai. Our conversations used to be really horny. She just loved teasing me. She was one of those few Indian girls who had the body and confidence to.