Or jab Nisha ne knock kia maine usse andar keecha or door lock kar dia.Usne sabse pehle apne purse se cigarette nikali or dhua udane lagi. Maine usse ...oka yeh dhua mat udao mujhe bardast ni hota. Usne bola really, dekho abhi bardass hoga tumhe or ek lambe kass ke baad usne mujhe kiss karke mere muh me dhua chod dia. Mai cough karte karte enjoy kar rha tha. Fir humari smoke smooching 3 cigaretts tak chali.Ab uski saase tej hochali thi, uski chucia uski choli ko faad ke bahar hone ko utejit the.. It was 6 am and the rustling still continued. Turns out it was mom who was making the noise by turning herself around as she was in trouble. I got up when I heard the unsettling sounds. I asked her if she was okay. She said that the pain has subsided and her palms are better now but she was still unable to handle things on her own. And she wanted to pee.She wanted to pee but she was not able to come out of her bag on her own. I helped her to come out. She sat down and so did I. I asked her if. I start in the fall.”“The guys will love the hair. You allowed to keep it until school starts?”I shrugged, “I’m not sure.”“Well listen, we don’t make the drinks, we just serve them.” Katie handed me a notepad, “Write the orders down, put the table number at the bottom and bring them to the bar.” She pointed to a table map on the wall, “You get tables 1 through 6. Keep ‘em happy.”Amber came behind me and reached over my head, clasping a 1” steel collar around my neck with a white heart. Slow to simmer to a summertime boil, my sexual relationship with Christine started a year after Samantha left when I saw her unabashedly standing in my bedroom doorway in her sexy nightgown. A sight to behold, but a perilous bridge to cross, if I made love to Samantha's mother, that one act would seal my fate by putting a final exclamation point to end my marriage with her daughter forever. Still harboring hopes of her returning, if Samantha returned, she'd never forgive me for having had sex.