I tell you that there will be sweet pay back for this once we get out of this car... you're making me crazy with lust.To further taunt me you unbutton...your blouse and you show me your breasts while we are driving. I am practically drooling on myself when I look over at you and drink in the sight of your nipples atop your creamy white breasts. You play with your breasts and nipples.. licking a finger and drawing little circles around each nipple. It is torture to watch while I drive, but I. I open my eyes and it...she...is still there next to me. With every breath, I take in the oxygen that sustains my life, and I take in the fragrance that sustains my imagination.I imagine again the softness of her lips as she gives me two tentative and gentle kisses on my cheek.I imagine again the feel of her arms around my body, as she holds me tightly against her.I imagine again the taste of her kiss. The kiss that betrays the soul within and its intent. The kiss that cannot possibly be our. It also helped that Sandman’s Dad was Deputy Chief. Mr Peterson later tried to make my folks pay for the ‘reconstructive surgery’. The assault was overturned but the suspension remained in force. For the remainder of the month I had to work at my dad’s hardware store to ‘keep me out of trouble’. The summer before school started again was a good one. Sandman and I hung out, hit the gym pretty heavy and took up running together. He hit on my older sister but to no avail as she was about to leave. Thoda aage jane ke bad mem peeche mood ke dekhi tho wo udhari khada hoke ham ko hi dekh rahe dhe.Thoda aage jane ke bad mene husband ko boli ”chalo wapas chalthe.”Hum peeche modke chale.Mene dekhi tho sardar udhar kahi nazar nahi aaye.Mem udhas hui.Thode aage chale tho samundar ka kinare kuch lok khade dhe usme sardar fi dhe.Wo lok pani me khel rahe dheSardar beech beech me hum lok ke tharaf dhekh rahe dhe.Mene husband ko kahi idhar kahi bitenge.Husbend bola thoda aage baitne ki jaga hai.Hum.