Stop! Take some deep breaths!”“Oh for the love of ... shit! You three goaded me into this, for Pete’s sake! What the fuck is going on?”“Stev..., seriously, stop and take a couple of deep breaths. Right now! I won’t talk to you any more until you do.”She crossed her arms and stared at me. I was tempted just to storm off, but stopped myself. I did as she asked, and took several deep breaths, feeling the tension ebb from my body. After about five or six breaths, Kara uncrossed her arms and took my. I was still shaking my head as I exited the house. She proved to be more and more bitchy by the day. Now, years later, I can understand her reluctance to make friends with the world, but at the time, I was young and foolish, all I knew was that there was fun to be had and parties to attend to. I never cared enough to find out why she kept isolating herself from everybody. The party that I went to proved to be somewhat of a disappointment. Very few of my friends showed up and I was in a pissy. To wo bolee sach bolo main jab hi tumahare paise dungi,maine kaha han kiya thha to wo boli tum extra income karna chhathe ho sath me gift bhee milange, maine kaha jaror to vo bole uske liye tumhe pahele test pass karna padega agar tum test main pass ho gaye to tume1000rs. Aaj hi mil jayange or har mahine 10,000Rs. Milange. Mahine main 15 din 2 houre dene honge, maine kaha thik hai main bada kush hua,maine kaam ke bare main puchha to wo bole kewal tumko thodi se massaj karni karni hai,maine kaha. I ended up going home with a few of them and was having a great time. One night at B-Street, I met John and he invited me to his house…with him and his wife Judy. So, I thought, why not? They were nice and in their 40s and he looked like the lead guitarist from Aerosmith. We went back to their house and they turned on some porn, got naked, served cocktails and introduced me to crank. Wow, did that get me amp’ed and I started talking 50 miles an hour about how much I loved cock. Judy wanted.