He is wearing a faded red, now turned into a dirty pink, long sleeved cotton shirt, with the sleeves rolled to half way up his forearms and denim jean..., which aren't so much fashionably faded and torn so much, as just old and used to death. The frayed cuffs hung over a pair of tortured brown riding boots, which looked like they had seen very little walking yet have a badly cracked and scored arches.His face and hands are so brown, they are almost black. Above his wrists his arms are almost pure. Bua: is randi ne bhi abhi aana tha? sara mood khraab kr diaMe: chodo na bua, ye keh kr mene unke hontho ko kiss kr lia fir mene bathroom me hi unhe chodaBua: chal ab bahar ja khin wo dekh na leMe: udaas ho kr thk h bua me bahar aa gya dekha room abhi bhi lock tha, mene chaen ki saans li ki unhone kuch dekha ni me sbke lie tea banayi fir tb tk barish bhi ruk gyi hum sbne tea pee fir bua kehti mujhe ab jana h kafi der ho gyi h me kafi udaas tha fir me bua ko neeche tk chodne gya jb me upar Aya to. Lynn exhaled and began breathing regularly again, shallow, but steady.I pulled my hand back out of danger and held it still. Lynn continued to breathe regularly, eyes closed, and relaxed. I pushed my hand forward, fingers stretching out to tickle the inner sides of both thighs. Lynn ‘slept’ on. My hand moved back and forth, resuming its former path. The crisis was over. I would just do this for a few more minutes and then stop as if nothing had ever happened.But then I did it again. I curled my. She turned back to her book, picked up her pen and began to write again, finishing off some descriptive paragraphs we had started earlier. Still in shock at her forwardness, I slowly found my mind again and went back to watching her work, but she soon stopped writing and sat staring at her page tapping her pen. "What's up?" I asked, "Out of ideas?" "I..." she began, "Can you... do what you did to me last week again?" she asked hesitantly, her shyness having returned. "It felt so amazing and I.