So should I.’ Once they were out on the street, Tom suggested that he and Bella might find somewhere for a quick bite. And, over some surprisingly g...od scaloppine al limone at a little Italian place near Marble Arch, they chatted about the fickle finger of fate that is literary prizes. ‘It’s quite amazing really,’ Bella said. ‘Your book is still the same book that it was six weeks ago – except now everyone wants to read it, and every bookshop wants to put it in their window. Not that either of. “When did this first start happening?”Thom would always tickle me when no one was aroundand when I found out how ticklish he was we were almostalways tickling each other. When he was not tickling me heleft his arm around my waist. Then one day last winter Emilyand I were down in the basement and she was really horny.She wanted to show me how her nipples were supersensitiveand how they could grow just by her thinking about it. Shetook her top off and started playing with her breasts and it. Thodi der bad woh meri chut ko pagal ki tarah chat ne laga aur mera pani nikal diya.Usne mujhe doggy style mein liya aur mujhe piche se ek jor ka jatka mara. Aur main, “Ahaahaaahhah dhire chod madar chod, puri rat teri randi hu aj,” bolane lagi.Woh mere bal pakadke khichne aur lund andar bar karne laga. Aur uska friend mujhe chodate huye dekh raha tha. Main, “Aahah whwhw mar aur jor se aur jor se chod bhosadike, madar chod,” aur jor se bole ja rahi thi. Aur woh apani speed badha raha tha.Hamne. You close your eyes, smile sweetly, and for a moment time freezes.That smile, that godly smile. It pierces through me every time I see it on you. The simple perfection of everything that you are. Your face, smooth and pale like an angel cast of alabaster in this cold winter light. An angel made specifically for me of unbridled beauty, worth its weight in gold and absolutely priceless. Just as I get lost in your eternal magnificence, time seems to return to my world. Your eyes open and I return.