Us samaya meri aayu lagbhag 20 saal ki thee.Mere chacha ke paas apna makaan thaa jismein hum sab log rahate the. Is makan ke alaawaa unke paas karib b...es gatthe zaminbhi thee. Apne chacha ke marne ke baad main us mein kheti karne lagaa aur ab bhi kartaa hoon.Mere makaan ke paas ek general merchant ki dookaan hai. Mujhe sunne mein aayaa ki us ka maalik use beinch kar bombay jaa rahaa hai. Main ne sonchaa ki agar yeh dookaan mujhe miljaaye to meri kheti ke alaawaa aur bhi aamdanee ho jaayegi. Is. Those three minutes seemed like forever. I didn’t know if he would come, or if he would bring my panties, and if he did I had no idea what I was going to do. I stood there, waiting, until there was a soft knock on my door, “Come in.” Brian walked in and the first thing I noticed was something balled up in his hand. I could see the pink silk material sticking out of his balled up fist. “So you have been stealing my panties. So what’s your deal? Do you like wearing them? Are you some sort of. ‘Ok Honey,’ he piped up, he came towards me all friendly and smiley back behind the counter and then I realized I was cornered. He took my hand and pressed a crisp 100 dollar bill into it that he’d just pulled out of the cash register and just matter of factly walked me back into Finster’s office, handed me a flask he’d pulled out of his pocket, what he said was corn whiskey. He took a slow draught and passed it to me, I took a good swig, it was closer to Moonshine but smoother. I figured I was. On the way, a sms came and said “C’mon boy, don’t keep me wait not more than 10 minutes.” I was really nervous how to react in such a situation. It was just like my maiden dating that my pulse pounded. I was eager to see him. I reached the spot within the stipulated duration. But I could not notice him among the crowd of hundreds who came to see the movie which was a super hit of the season. I took off my cell phone from my jeans pocket and tried to dial his number. At this instant, someone.