Papa: Ek hi din mein tumhe aadat lag gayi kya iski?Main: Haan na, bohut zor ki aadat pad gayi ab to.Papa: Tumhari maa ko jaane do nikalta hun tumhari ...adat ka bhoot.Main unke lund ko payjame ke upar se dabochli aur boli: Kaise nikalenge? Bataiyena!Papa: Ufff, baad mein abhi nahi.Main: Hmmm… ok papa waise ek baat poochu aapse?Papa: Hmmm… poocho!Main: Aapko main… sexy lagti hun kya?Papa: Kya… sexy! Nahi nahi!Main: Offo, aap sharmao mat ab, sach batao.Papa: Hmmm… nahi, tum meri beti ho na,. The problems began when I got going it stalled and decided not to play. I had no alternative but to ring for an engineer. After about a hour there was a knock at the door. That was quick, so quick I was still in my very short dressing gown. I went to the door and two chaps were there. One an older man called Bob he was about 60 but good looking and had looked after himself. I invited them in and Bob introduced the other young man with him. He was Bradley his 17 year old apprentice. They pulled. As he tried to listen closely, he began to grow more than a bit shaky from the onrush of adrenaline into his veins. Koroko’s mouth had gone dry by this point. His excitement caused him to lose focus. The falling water had stopped and so had the humming beneath it. Replacing them were soft footsteps coming towards him. Swearing in his mind, he half ran, half jumped towards the open door. In his stupor he neglected to close the bedroom door and instead darted behind a wardrobe. Holding his. He put old -- but washed -- pillow cases on both pillows. Then he went to the kitchen for another kiss.“Where is your calendar?” Candy wasn’t in the mood for kisses. She was too busy being a chef. He pointed to the calendar hanging on the wall. She giggled. “No, silly, a colander, to drain the spaghetti.” He heard the difference in pronunciation the second time, but he didn’t know what she was talking about otherwise.When she figured out that he really didn’t know what she meant, she had him.