1 din main apni dost k sath collage main bheti batain kar rahee thi to us nay mujh ko bata ya k kal raat main nay apnay chotay bhae ko khub danta waja...pochnay per us nay bataya k wo sex wali kahani ki side phar raha tha or main 1 dam room main chali gae to wo ghabra gaya us ko dekh kar main kuch shake main phar gae or main nay pc dekha to kuch text type hoa exploler tha us ko jesay he main nay read ki to us main essi kahania thi k main dekh kar heran ho gae phir main nay us k moo per thaper. I and my class mates had little bit of ragging experience in the college but I was happy with the experience as nothing bad happened all was well and the senior girls as well as boys were rather good with us. Little did I know what was in store for me after the first day in the college was over me and some of my friends who were in the hostel went to our hostel. Our hostel was big with plenty of rooms and I had heard that the girls were given freedom here so it was very common for the senior. And Ray knew that probably fewer had gotten off with him than had claimed they did.Women lie about such things. Quite a lot, actually. It's a kindness, Ray supposed. At least, most women think of it as a kindness."Oh, yeah," they'll sigh blissfully. "It was wonderful!"But, hey, you never know: Some of those women might have actually been thinking, "Jeez, Needledick — if you couldn't get me off, could you at least just get off me?"But now, it really wasn't possible for Ray to have much doubt.. Not adding up, every new fact the press found, made them question the original story that Johnny Mercer was a traitor. This was a once in a lifetime story. Suddenly, with Johnny Mercer a real, live war hero, something America needed in this time of terrorism and terrorists, Johnny was an instant celebrity. Every talk show wanted to interview him. Every American wanted to shake his hand, pat him on the back, and buy him a beer. The American public already adopted him as their poster boy as who a.