So there I sat, slouched down so I wouldn’t have to see what was going on. About this time the gas-passer put a mask on Sharon’s head and told her...to begin counting backward from 100. Sharon began ‘100, 99, 98…’ When she stopped I thought she was nervous and confused and had lost her place. So I attempted to help her. I continued ’97, 96…’ The gas-passer said that it was alright that Sharon was now asleep. I replied ‘Oh.’ I really don’t know where I come up with up with some of my clever. "Hold on."She walked barefoot over to her night table before she returned to my side and wiped the already dried adhesive off my hand. Her hands lurked longer than they needed to on mine and she smiled into my eyes. I smiled back a thanks and innocently pulled my hand from hers and back down to our project.Relief rushed over my body as Gretchen's mom, Helen, called both of us from downstairs.I was the first down the stairs with Gretchen following behind. "What's up, Mo-- Oh! Hi, Mrs. Magnetti!". (main aapko bata du ki uss din tak mere dil me usse sex karne ka akbhi bhi khayal nahi aaya tha) to vo kahne lagi ki pyar hine ke koi khass karna jaruri nahi hota. Phir hum dono bath kar normal baat karne lage or achanak usne pucha ki tumhare dick ka size kitna hai to maine kaha ye ki kaisa sawaal hai to usne kaha ki normal sawaal hai or hum to best frend hai or humare beech me to kuch bhi chupa hua nahi hai to maine usse kaha ki mere dick ka size 6″ hai or maine usse pucha ki uska size kitna. You, ah... thanks, you seem like you'resomewhat together and at least making a go of it. So... I, um just needto talk if you don't mind." And so we did. Three hours later with a somewhat one-sided swapping ofstories we parted. I perhaps injudiciously chanced my hand and drove,almost certainly over the limit. But I made it home unscathed withthoughts of a life story rolling around my head. Not too different frommy own, if separated by several years and different experience. That turned out.