Apne ghar ki kahani sonane lagi. Mera dhyan chachi ka dono chuchi ko kise apne hato mai masal saku ohi chinta thaa mai jada time unka baat suna nehi c...ahata thaa. Firbhi suna padta thaa chachi ne mere ku puchi bete tumhar Papa or uncle kab Ayenge. Maine bola mujhe nehi pata tab santi chachi ne boli tumhar chacha nehi rahne se bilkul achha nehi lagta. Tabhi maine turant bola kya raat ko need nehi ata hai kiya. Chachi ne turant mere upar halkasa ghosa karte boli badmas sadi karo tab pata chalega.. So, as I prepped for dinner, I confined my thoughts on how she might dress for the evening. Patience. She arrived on time. I had alerted the Concierge to notify me and send her up when she arrived, and I greeted her at the elevator lobby on my floor. She stepped forward, raising an arm to lean against the open elevator door, stretching her opposite leg at an enticing angle. ‘You like?’ she asked. I had expected thin, clingy party dress or dressy sophisticate would be her wardrobe. I had. “Anytime, little lady, anytime,” said the larger of the two. “As soon as I finish off my homosexual acquaintance, I’ll be happy to teach you.”“Fuck you, cockbreath!” protested his friend. To Maggie he said, “Grab a stick, babe, and after I beat you, I’ll buy you a beer.”“Thanks,” she said, as she innocently sauntered over to the rack of cues, carefully picking the best of an indifferent collection. She wished she had thought to bring her own cue, a custom two-piece job her father had bought her. Most humans carried a gun, an axe or other implement, or even a heavy stick. They had learned that cracking a zombie skull was just as effective as a bullet. Still, the zombie occasionally came upon a weak or defenseless human or animal. A couple of weeks ago, this zombie had stumbled onto a spotted faun in the woods, quickly broken its neck while it struggled, and eaten it hungrily. But it had been small, and a few days later the hunger returned. It hadn’t eaten since then. Once it had come.