Usne kaha main gaand aise hi nahi doongi tuje meri gaand ko tayyar karna hoga, main samaj gaya aur maine unhe godi ki tarah ki juka diya. Woh samaj ga...i ki main unki gaand maare bina rahunga nahi. Unhe jooka kar mai unki gaand ko dabaane laga aur woh pagaal hone lagi. Maine unki gaand ko halke se khola aur apni jaban se chaatne laga, bhabhi ko maza aaraha tha aur woh jor se cheekne lagi haaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mere raaaaaaaaaja mere devarjiiiiiiiiiiii kya maza dete ho aur chaato meri gaaaaand. ’ Smart girl. Tyler Durden once said that when one has insomnia, everything is a copy of a copy of a copy. Well, during an acid trip, everything is an original art work. Here I am on this black ‘Dell’ Monster, fondling some strange appendage which clicks in appreciation. On top of the computer and monitor, there are three hills of CDs. Beyond them, there is clutter. ‘Cuddles’ the teddy bear chills between a cylinder of tennis balls and ‘A Concise History of the West.’ He’s holding up his. "She started walking and then stopped when Mike stayed rooted where he'd been standing."Are you coming Mike?" Oh yeah, sure Jennie. So what happened to you that was so unusual?"Mike caught up and then matched his stride with hers. He was expecting her to tell him something like she flunked an exam or something like that.Something a girl would think of as being really unusual. He knew she was a good student, and probably had never seen a grade lower than a B in her life."Let's see. Well I. His jeans are snug, and now I’ve lost track of everything else, because he fills them out so perfectly, I know I’ve been staring too long. “Do I pass inspection?” He asks with a grin. “I think you’ll do,” I reply, deadpan, finally having found my own sense of humour. There’s a moment of silence, as he stands in my doorway and we look at each other. I get this funny feeling of a point of no return – that with his first single step into the room, there’s no turning back. “Do you want to talk?”.