" He was not talking about thebike. "A kiss from a real man," he added. He wondered if it might evenbe her first, excluding the shy pecks of a boy ...r two.She looked at him. If he was in a strange mood, then this look made iteven stranger. It was a look that betrayed a glimmer of hope, andcuriosity. He had seen the look on women's faces before in bars and onthe street, sometimes beside their husbands or boyfriends. It was a lookthat asked, "Should I?"Iggy Harper was a wild man. He was. As we got to the forest she slowed down a little. I told her to keep up and she would be fine. We continued and just about 200 yards from the picnic area she slowed down. "What's up?" I asked. "Cramp," she said. "I told you to stretch before we took off, where is it at?" "What do you mean" she said breathing hard. "Your cramp," I asked. "My groin muscle," she could hardly speak.I stopped and started to walk. "Oh thank you," she said. "Let’s go over to the picnic table and stretch out," I. When I traveled for work, I decided to roll the scooter inside with my bikes. Since I didn’t plan to use it often, the scooter should last me forever.Three and a half weeks after I got all the scooter issues worked out, Junior Martin called again. “Look I know I promised to wait for you to call me, but we have a situation.”“What kind of situation?” I asked.“The kind where Lucy is being held prisoner in France. She and Tasha were picked up on the street there, two of the Prince’s bodyguards were. Aaise hum dono ki exam khatam ho gayi. Karib ek mahine baad main wapis harshada ke ghar par gaya tha . Harshda ne darwaza khola usne same short gown pehna hua tha.To usne muze ander bulaya main ander gaya to usse aaise as usual baatin karne laga.To baato hi bato main harshda us din wale incident ke bare main pucha usdin tumhare pant main kya hua tha to maine usse batya ki mujhe nahi pata. Baad me harshada ne muze kaha ki chalo bedroom me jake baaten karte hai to hum bedroom main gaye karib.