Mai jaunpur to singrauli jane k liye via varanasi bus se jata hu ye ghatna october2014 ki hai jab dusshera ki lambi holidays k baad mai jaunpur se sin...rauli jaa rha tha festival ke baad bus me bahut bhid thi badi mushkil se mujhe bus me seat mili mere bagal me window side pe ek aadmi jo dekhne me 45 ka lg rha tha baitha tha mai gallery ki seat pe tha mere bagal dusri or ek khubsoorat si lady kiski age around30 hogi wo and window side me uske do judwa bacche 5 years k baithe the jo admi mere. The camera jostled slightly and Dad pushed the lens to its maximum extension. All you could see was Liz sitting at the piano. There were a few catcalls and hoots but those had died down by the time the piano intro got started.“‘She hangs around the boulevard, ‘“ Liz sang on the screen. “‘She’s a local girl with local scars.’”“Holy cow,” I heard Dad mumble. We watched the performance and I found myself singing along. When she finished, Liz got up and walked off the stage. The auditorium was. First she gave me a cup of tea. We started talking. I felt that she was leading the talk to sex because the current issue on the newspapers was sex-abuse, sexuality, sex-racket, sexual relationships, etc. In my mind i want her to talk more about sex i want her to show her desire. I was feeling sexy but was in control. She asked me whether sex is a need in marriage life? I told not sure but it happens. The vcd was running the movie the specialist i have seen the movie before and in my mind i was. "So, what is it I don't know?" asked Lisa. "What is it that's so bloody funny?" You are, Mum, going on about Dad not being a millionaire. All it took was for you to leave." Elliott, there's no call for that," I told him."Well, it's true, Dad. If she was so hung up on you being a millionaire she should have stuck around." Are you trying to tell me your father, who still works for that tin-pot electronics company, is a wealthy man? Quite frankly, Elliott, I find that difficult to believe.".