“Of course. She must be some woman to have inspired both ‘Something’ and ‘Wonderful Tonight’.” I said. The tide had turned. All four of us...were talking together about music. “Let’s go back to mine and play those records.”“O.K.” agreed Audrey.“I need to write an essay.” Johnnie told us. “Not us.”Cheryl and Johnnie walked home while Audrey came to my house where I played ‘Slowhand’ and ‘Abbey Road’ while we canoodled on the sofa. Both our T-shirts came off during the first CD. I crossed the room. (Yeah, he's British, too.) I clink "cheers" with him and swallow it down. After three glasses, a flush runs to my cheeks. he kisses me and tells me to strip.Once naked, I take my position spread eagle across the bed. he tells tonight's story while he fastens my wrists and ankles with black bands of silk to the four corners of the bed then slips a blindfold over my eyes."Imagine you are in a distant time in a place far away, exotic and strange," he says with warm, Altoid-sweetened breath flowing. Wo ai mere rm mei bethi boli mei to akeli pad gai hun tu bhi holi k baad baat nahi krta mene kaha esa kuch nahi hai fir boli tera to time pas ho jata hoga mene bola kaha yar meri to koi gf bhi nahi hai jisse baat kr lu wo boli acha ji, koi baat nahi tu mere sath baat kara kr,Bolti holi wale din tu kyn bula raha tha mjhe upper? Mjhe to uspe haad gusa a raha tha ki deni hai nahi Sali mere swad aur le rahi hai, mene bola pata nai mera dimag khrb ho gaya tha to boli mjhe sb pata hai . kehti tu mere. ” I dropped my ball on the close cut grass and looked down the course for the pin. “Yo!” Evan called out from the cart. In his hand, he held up a little white wooden “t”. I was truly a novice as I had no idea what the item was. I walked back to the cart and he handed me the “t”. “You put it in the ground,” he instructed, “…and then you set the ball on the little cup.” I returned to the “t-box” and bent over to place the “t “ and ball into position, giving Evan, I am sure, a perfect shot of my.