"David laughed. "Piggishness, huh? No such word." Maybe not, but pig and piggish are. Gotta run, David. Promise me that you won't take a bullet for a ...haser – ever." Made that promise to myself years ago, Peter. I'm not a complete putz. Degrees of piggishness, huh? Not a bad way of looking at it. Maybe I'll instruct my agent accordingly."When Peter ended the call, he felt better. The conflict that had raged inside him for two days had been resolved.Before he could call his agent, his cell phone. Mujhe jada to wo pyasi lag rahi thi. Puspa apna maxi kholte hue lo raja lo mera doodh piyu aor ek badi c chuchi mere muh me daal kr mera sir apne chuchi daba diya mai uski chuchi jor -2 se daba jata or pita jata puspa yes aise hi mere raja or piyu or piyu bahut maza aa rai he or apna haath mere land pr pant k upar se rakh kr maslne lagiUsne jaldi se apni maxi utar di or bilkul nangi ho gai uski sabli badi c bina baal wali chut dekh kr mai pagal ho gaya or uski chut ko mai mutti me pakadne laga. . we.. barely know each other" I say laughing a bithe looked at me with the eyes of a angel "Why don't we just go to my house.. this whole thing is lame.." and so we did, he lead me to a small house on the end of a dead end street. "This is her!" he said laughing"Wow, uhh" and before I could finished he interrupted"Yeah everyone expects it to be bigger.."We find our way to his room and we begin watching some lame movie, as we lay in his bed he cuddles me. And that's it. In my head it went. It was Debbie, of course. Debbie brought her to this house to get laid, then abandoned her, ditched her again for Joe Molino. They almost didn't find the house."I think that's the one," Debbie said, pointing with a cigarette between two fingers.One of the houses in the middle of the block had a bunch of cars parked in front and all the lights on. They could hear the pounding music even from that far away. Pam sighed. It was about time. They had been walking up and down these streets for more.