The heavy rumbling of the engine accentuated his broadening smile as we drove along the main road, the wind in our hair, and the sunshine on our shoul...ers. I showed him how to use the manual gear change on the automatic gear stick, and for the briefest of moments, his hand brushed mine, sending an unexpected spark of electricity through my body. I looked at him approvingly and said, “You DO look good in this car”. He smiled, and looked at me, then he leaned toward me and gently removed a small. I said when you have a hold of my shaft its not going to dribble out my small cock and tiny balls like so many guys,I can shoot sometimes a good 6 foot and He said Yeah right. I grabbed the vaseline and told him just put a little on your finger so it slides in and out of my a$$. He says to me are you sure you want me to do this and I said Hell yeah I'm sure so he stuck his fingers in the jar of vaseline and said "Let me try it first" and I said here let me get into a good position,oooh that. Me : Such a wonderful feeling to give life to this otherwise lifeless world.Smita (Perplexed) : This world is not that bad Mohan. It’s all in a way how you look at things. Look for happiness and you will find happiness.Me : Like your optimism, Doctor Saab.Smita : The name is Smita, Smita Gaitonde.Me : Ya just like Bond, James Bond.We laughed again.In that laughter, I accidentally brushed my right elbow into her boobs. She immediately reacted and swayed. I exulted.Me : Sorry, not intended. I was. When she let go of me, I flopped back down onto her.We stepped off the bus just as the sun began to rise, two blocks from Roundworm Records. Roundworm Records was our favorite record store, partly due to its choice location, equidistant from the nearest bus stop and the finest crack west of the East Side, and partly due to its selective inventory-you could be sure you would never have to wade through any shitty popular releases before getting to wade through all of the shitty indie releases. I.