Nashta karne ke baad didi boli chalo aaj baki ki shopping khatam karte he, hum dono fir nikal pade lekin is baar didi ladiesCompartment me chad gayi m...je laga shayad use pata chal gaya he or meri sari baaji ulti pad gayi. Hum Shopping karne lage tabhi achanak didi ko kisika dhakka laga or gir gayi jiske karan uske pair me mocha a gayi me didi ko turant taxi me leke ghar vapas a gaya jab lauta to dekha ma ghar par nahi thi maine fon kar k pucha to pata chala hamare relative me kisi ki death ho. When he told her to begin, Renee got down on all fours and crawled from the chair where she was sitting to the couch where Frank was seated. She took the lighter from the coffee table and lit the joint. She puffed it a few times and then inhaled as much as she could fit in her lungs, then, without coughing, for she had been forbidden to cough, she exhaled slowly out her nose and let the smoke surround her. Then she took a deep breath and coughed hard while she passed the joint. Frank noted that. My husband was the first to reply "go ahead babe enjoy yourself." I was half taken back by his allowing me to dance with another man especially a black man. It was a fast dance though and I felt comfortable being I loved to dance.When we got back to the table there was another drink waiting and my husband said "compliments of our new friends." These men were both black and well dressed. By the time I had the second drink finished there was more dancing then a trird drink and I told my husband I. “That okay?”“Perfectly normal. Lots of engine. This thing doesn’t weigh half what your car weighs.”“Oh, okay. You know this stuff,” he observed.“Got to. Government-issued license. Tests and all that. Let me get us off the ground, then you get to try...”“I’m just sittin’ here. You don’t give out peanuts or something?” Big grin. He thinks he’s hilarious.“Had to cut out the peanuts. Too many people got allergies.”We went through the run-up, took off, got a few thousand feet under us, and I let him.