That was certainly going to save me time when I got home. I was already finding a routine that worked. Eat a big breakfast, have something to nibble o..., while I drove from school to work, then do homework during my lunch break, eating a big meal when I got home. This was starting to appear to make this schedule almost manageable.The rest of the week went by quietly. I was doing quite well at keeping up but I also knew that wouldn't last very long. I felt guilty on Friday, having to miss. .Nxt day main deepak se milne gyi..Mere pahuchte hi hum ek doosre pe toot pade..Usne mujhe poori nangi kr diya n main uska lund choosne lagi tabhi….Achanak door khula n meri ma wahan khadi thi..Pehle to main ghabra gyi..Lekin meri mere paas aayi n apne hoth mere hothon pe rkhk choomne lgi..Deepak ka lund to tadap utha ye dekh k..Phr ma boli main b to pyasi hu deepak mujhe b apni randi bna le madarchod..Mera bhadwa pati to kbka chod k chala gya mujhe ab to bus tu rakhail bna le apni…Bus phr kya. If you want to connect with me mail me at ()Kuch stories likhne ka mauka jindagi khud deti h. and iss story ko likhne ka mauka b mjhko meri zindagi ne hi diya h. Meri ye kahani h winters ki. As usual mai khana kha k rajai k ander leta hua tha and ander ki laptop khol k omegle use krr raha tha. Uss time mere rooom mates ek to apne ghar gaya hua tha and ek apni gf k paas. To mai bore hoke omegle pe ladkiya khojne lag gaya. Use karte karte mjhe ek ladki mili. Baat start hui. Uska naam nisha tha.. Some return my greeting, some merely grumble. It’s early. I understand. The late-bell rings, and I start my get-to-class routine. I make arm gestures like a flight attendant, and rhyme like Dr. Seuss. It doesn’t get them to class any faster, but the dickhead who teaches in the classroom next door is a real asshole about it. I’ve seen him stand with a clipboard, filling out disciplinaries as the kids race down the hallway after the bell rings. I know. Rules are rules, but I pick my battles. .