Tarna looked at me somewhat puzzled. “Tarna, what that saying in its simplest terms means no matter what new inventions come along, all the old ways...still exist. If we were on Earth, someone somewhere is still living as though it is the 1860’s way of life. Some people live that way because they choose to, while others know no other way. Or the place they live in is so poor they have no choice, even if they knew a better way. Some cultures have rejected the modern ways and chose to live without. To maine usse puchha k “Pehle bhi ho chuka hai matlab??”To vo boli “Maine ek ghar pe isi wajah se kaam krna chhod diya. Wahan pe ek aadmi ne usse yahi puccha tha. Vo shadi shuda tha aur uski biwi pregnant thi.” to maine bola “Par main to shadi shuda nahi hun.Aur main tumhe pasand krta hun” ye sunke vo sharma gayi aur boli “Par aap to itne sundar ho aap ko to kayi ladkiyan mil jaygi” to maine apna charm use kiya aur bola ” par main pasand to tumhe krta hun” ye sunke vo sharma gayi to maine usey. Hooters. Whatever your euphemism of choice is, if it’s on a girl’s chest and has a nipple on the end, I love it. Big, small, pointy, round, heavy . . . I don’t care. In your mind, picture the perfect set of breasts. Who they’re attached to probably has something to do with your age. For some, they probably belong to Marilyn Monroe or Jayne Mansfield. For others, maybe Selma Hayek or Jessica Alba. For me, my first loves were Erin Grey (aka Colonel Wilma Deering) and Lynda Carter. But then. She closed her deep green eyes, the long sooty lashes fluttering against her cheek and kissed him back. His hands slipped around her waist as hers wound around his neck. ‘God, she’s so fucking beautiful,’ he thought to himself as his mouth opened against hers. He felt the tip of her tongue against his own and he pulled her closer, until their bodies were pressed tightly together in a passionate embrace. His heart raced as her breathing quickened and he had her pressed against the wall, his.