*****I've been dreaming about HER a lot. Sometimes, when I'm getting dressed,I almost see her in the mirror. I don't know how to describe thefeeling, ...ts like.... I watched the movie "Victor/Victoria" and there isa scene where she is broke and hungry and she stands outside arestaurant and watching people eat on the other side of the glass. I'mlike that. I watch the girls, and I want to join them, be one of them,and I cant. ****Had a major snowstorm here, and it was actually kinda fun to go. Job mera 12th (Intermideat) khatam hua tan mere ghar wale mere Graduation ko leke bahat tension me the jadatar mera papa. Result aane ke kuch dino baad papa ne bolaki ki me graduation delhi me karunga aur sath me koi part time job bhi karunga. Tab kya phir papa ne mummy aur mera liye ticket booking keliye Niraj Uncle ko Phone karke boldiye. Niraj Uncle hamare podishi hain aur papa ke bachpan ke jigre dost. Agle 2 din bad me aur mumy Delhi me aapochen.Jab me gaon se delhi neya neya ayaatha to. I grinned. “I taught you well, grasshopper.”Rory returned my grin, just more impish. “You need practice.” With a bright laugh, she let me go. “And I’m hungry. It’s lunch time. Want a sandwich?”Finally grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I asked, “What are you making?”Rory nudged me away from the refrigerator and peered in. “Ham. With lettuce and tomato. Want some?”“No thanks.”“You sure?” she asked, carrying the makings to the counter.“Uh-huh.”I didn’t like her sandwiches. Rory regarded. Naomi tried to cut the other cake. I think her thong was too wide or too elastic, or she was trying to use the waistband rather than the pussy bit. Anyway, she spent a few minutes contorting herself around to do it, covering her thong in chocolate cream but failing to cut the cake. We were all laughing at how clumsy she was, and her boyfriend was really enjoying it. Natalia and I were each eating a slice of the cake I’d cut. I’d pulled my thong back up, and felt the cold chocolate cream between.