Mera halat to kharab, me choochi choos ta raha. Vimla adal badal kar choochi chuswa rahi thi. Mai bhi bari masti se choos raha tha. Tab wo mera daya h...ath le kar unki buttoks per rakh dya.. Yaha bhi masal na. Mai daya haath unki gaand per sehlane laga, under panty thi, upar se salwar. Vimla aab uthi, mera shirt nikal pheka, pant utar di. Aur khud apni bra, kameeze utar pheki, aur mere se lipat gai. Mai bhi itni uttejit hui ki mai bhi unko pakar lya aur hothon se hothon chipak dala. Jeeb ki jung. For the time being, I simply had to remain focused on things of immediate concern — friends, family, school, and work.My final call of the day was to Clarissa. Despite having seen her just a week previously, I missed her something fierce. The only other time I’d felt even remotely the same way had been when Jocelyn’s family took their Summer vacations and I didn’t see her for a couple of weeks. It was as if there was a part of me that was missing.“I got a postcard from Glenda,” Clarissa said. ”I put the bottle down, picked up her glass and held it out to her. She took it, sniffed the fragrant liqueur with her eyes closed and then downed it. She held the empty glass out for me and after I took it she moved her hand closer to mine, waiting for me to take it and said, “Let’s go to bed, Paul.”She led me upstairs, to my room, where she’d already turned back the bed covers and laid out my pyjama bottoms at the end (I usually sleep naked from the waist up, it’s just more comfortable).. Until you get too close. They all have one thing in common: "You can look but you do not touch." Which is my philosophy. Except for this man.I was on campus eating lunch, when I noticed a familiar feminine figure walking with a man. She turned around and saw me. She waved. She left her man at Chick-Fil-A ordering food."What's up, my girl?" I said."Nothing much. Just working and class," She said back."Yeah, same for me too. Classes can be a bitch. Y'all staying to eat?" I said back."Nah, just.