5 saal mein meine aur mere dosto ne chodke Sona ko expert rundi bana diya hai. Sona aise chodti hai jaise koi red light area ki anubhavi chinaal chodt... hai. Sona ko meine usaki jawani ke badle sabkuch diya. Mujhe ladkiyo ko randi banane mein mazaa aata hai. Sona ne khub choda aur phir dono ka paani chut gaya. Sona ko meine pehli baar aise hi ek sham ghar chodne ke bahane lekar aaya aur choda tha. Jab Sona 18 saal ki thi interview ke liye aai. Meine naukari de di. Ek sham uasako bola ‘Sona, mein. Sometimes they run, but once they make that first choice to follow me I usually have them. I'd be giving her other opportunities to get away, but her reactions told me she wouldn't take them. "Good choice," I told her quietly. "Alone you'd be picked up by another Billy within a few days." She shuddered and edged closer to me. "I thought he was nice," she whispered, nearly inaudible, "then he beat that girl so bad." And I bet you think I'm nice too, I thought wryly. What on earth makes these. Mami:” kay re kashi zali exam, kasa ahes?”Mi :” majet , ani tu?”Mami:”thik”Ratri mama ghari ala. Amhi sagle jevlo. Nantr mala samjale ki mama tyachya mitransobat trip la challay. Ata tr mi jaam khush zalo. Mama jaychi tar mi vatach pahat hoto. Dusrya divas hi mi uthalo tr mama gharat navata. Pan nantr mi pahto tr kai mamchi mulgi gharat ch hoti, tila suttya chalu hotya. Divas bhar ti gharat ch game khelat basaychi.Ata mala mazya swapnavd paani firnar asech vatu lagle. Khup vichar karun mi ek. Jay. Mate, lover, friend, father of the child growing inside me. His hands stroked my shoulders and my arms. Slow waves of warm pleasure passed through me. The sound of the flute flowed over me like cool water. Jay took my hand and led me back into the room.Piper squated on the end of the red and gold chaise, his long legs sticking up like black wings by his ears. His dark-haired head bent over the carved wooden flute in his hands, as he blew into it and a series of breathy notes flew off into.