Magane lagi maine no. diya raat me 1 baje karib unka fone aaya wo boli kya aap mujhse milna chahoge maine kaha ha q nahi lekin prashant ko bura lagega...wo boli to kya aap dono ek sath enjoy nahi kar sakte mujhe koi problem nahi hai aap baat kar lo maine saaf mana kar diya ki nahi mai akela hi milna chahuga aap to aaj maja le gai ho to wo boli nahi yaar kuch nahi ho paya Maine pucha q wo boli prashant to andar hi nahi jaa paya bahar hi discharge ho gaya humto sukhe hi laute waha se prashant kah. "Hello!" I said."Hi Mindy!" the voice on the other side said.I answered, "Oh, Hi Sherry! What's up?" Sherry was my best friend. We can talk for hours about work, guys, shopping, clothes, parties, who got kicked off the model show, and too many other things to list. "Not much," I said. "Maybe thinking about going to the mall. How about you?" Want to crash a party tonight?" Sure! Whose party?" I overheard one of the computer geeks talking about it at work yesterday. I even overheard the address.. Or at least, cute guys who have fiancées. As if Fate were mocking her, Avery’s door opened and he came padding out. At least he turned down his music… Cypress thought, a wee distractedly, admittedly. She was kind of absorbed in watching him walk. He was as graceful as his forest god appearance implied, and there was just something about his hips, when he was standing still. It was utterly ridiculous, really. Guys barely even had hips. Which was maybe part of the problem. There was just. She hates faggots just as much as I do! She’d blow your fucking head clean off! Ha, ha, ha, ha.” George was rapidly working to hysteria as the giggling continued. Kristoff shrugged and started to walk briskly toward the door. “You’ve had fair warning George, resign or first I tell your wife, then the media.” He said as he walked across the office making sure he didn’t turn his back on the still shaking George. “Here, you can keep this copy.” He dropped the flashdrive on an occasional table next.