"Fucking internet."The younger man was confused. "What's the internet got to do with it?"Frank sighed. "You don't remember the old days, Barry. There ...ere so many fewer writers, and they had mandatory safeguards back then -- everything went through publishing houses, with whole staffs of editors and proofreaders. This used to be a quiet route." He looked at his eighty-foot long stretched hearse. "Now? Someone gets an idea, and two hours later he's pushing 'Submit'. So many God-damned bodies.". “Gumbo,” the vendor called, pushing his cart back up the street, “File’ gumbo.”I watched the old cook stop and serve some men that trotted down the plank of one of the big trollers, then push on again, up the street, calling his sales pitch. I thought of the girl lying naked in my bed, and how the vendor had no idea. I looked back at her.She slept like a baby, in the shadows. The sunbeam now to her left. I could make out the black bush between her legs that were still spread. Her breasts lay. "Mike? Do I know you?"Yeah, mom, you could say that. At least in another year or so, you'll know me. "Uh... I don't think so," I said, moving away from the wall and closer to her."Hey, aren't you that new kid, the one that works up at the gas station in town?"Shit! She met my dad when he was working at a gas station. They started dating and mom got pregnant with me so they'd gotten married. "Yeah. That's me." What are you doing in my backyard?" She pulled her gum out of her mouth, stretching it. Kyunki Rahul uski sar ko pakad kar rakha tha.Woh chaah kar bhi iss kaid se khud ko nikaal nahi sakti thi. Dono taraf se pressure thi uske muh par. Dheere dheere Rahul ka lund Manali ke muh mein set ho gaya. Manali bhi sudden ‘attack’ ko overcome karke situation se used to hone lagi.Isliye Rahul apna pakad dheela kara taki Manali usse spontaneously blowjob de. Rahul ab Manali se apna pressure hata diya. Manali ab habituated hoke khud se Rahul ka lauda choos rahe thi. Kuch der ke bad Rahul ko.