Pretend to be married, and live there.’‘We don’t have all that much money,’ Danny said, sitting down on our parents’ bed. I sat across from ...im.‘We can get jobs. We have skills,’ I reminded him.‘Where would we go ... and how?’ Danny said.‘If we walked into the next town over, where they have a bus, we could go anywhere for a few precious dollars’ fare,’ I said. ‘And if it’s wintertime, Mimi Dallas’ father has a car. He might be willing to give us a ride into town. We’d have to figure out what. And maybe I'm a fucking idiot forthinking I could ever find the kind of girl I like in a place like this.After my usual accomplishment of failing before I even tried, I resignedmyself to my usual position at clubs, holding up a wall in a remotecorner, people watching as always. I don't know what my damn problem is. I think deep down I actually WANT to enjoy myself, but I have no idea howto actually DO it. I feel like I'm the only guy who has this problem.What the hell is wrong with me?I was. Wo bahut khoobsurat thi. Ab asli baat par aata hoon. Jaha humlog rahte the woha se thodi hi doori par meri girl friend pooja ka ghar tha, uske mummy ko main aunty kaha kar bulata tha, actually me wo log Punjabi thi, or aap log to jaante hi hai ki Punjabi ladies kitne hot & sexy lagte hai, pooja se jayada acchi uske mymmy lagte thi, unka naam usha tha, aunty ke age abt near 40 ke aas paas thi lekin dekhne me bilkul bhi nahi lagte thi, gori lambi or bahut khoobsurat thi, humlogo ko ye pata tha ki. Touch it?" she asked without taking her eyes off the throbbing lump. It was almost as if the twitching and pulsing had her hypnotized in some manner."Be my guest," I said. She reached out cautiously, as if it was a snake instead of a cock, making the lump she saw."Go ahead, Missy, it won't bite... much!" I said. She touched it and it twitched at her touch. She instantly drew back and I chuckled."See, it likes you!" I said jokingly. Missy looked up at me with a small smile. "Why don't you let.