It made her wonder why there weren’t eleven or fourteen of them. There were times when she felt that two, three, and twelve were magic numbers. It s...emed like things always came in pairs, triples, or dozens. However, the situation was serious enough that she couldn’t afford worrying about little things like that.Adjusting the rifle, Georgia took aim at the leader of the men. She had never shot a man and didn’t think she could do it. When the man raised his rifle to shoot Ahmid, her finger. We sat next to each other in the bus and my penis started troubling me, i could not sit in one position and was continously changing my posture, i think she realized that but i did not look at her, when we were about to cross the road, i caught hold of her hand. But i noticed that my fingers were infact touching her boobs…We again travelled by bus and the same continued that night i told i had a head ache and she readily started massaging my head with oil… It took her 40 minutes to complete. I. It was painful for Amitabha to bear this situation. He could otherwise lead a normal life of a busy executive, but any major form of physical exertions that included intercourse was prohibited. Anjali tried her best so that Amitabha could get over that state of depression. Anjali even tried woman-on-top position to help her husband, but fear and sex cannot go together. It was this state of mind, along with heavy dose of anti-BP medicines that gradually developed the impotency in him. Anjali. He was old, very old and as I fumbled for the right words to explain who we were, he just said, 'It's all right dear, I know who you are, come in', and we did.The house was dark and damp, it smelt old, cluttered and a tad on the dirty side.He was alone, widowed for some thirty years he said, and lived a life of frugality and sexual obsession.'You cant be frugal if you purchase a machine like that, then give it away', I challenged, completely unabashed to talk about something to do with me.