A long train journey. ! Haha!Ayan: Or even a never-ending bus journey. Where we have a back seat for ourselves! Shit!Mona: Haha! I would have even gla...ly walked all the way from Delhi to home. Oh Yeah, Yes! If you agreed to fuck me once every 5 minutes. Lol!Ayan: What is the guarantee?Mona: Well. I would simply be walking the entire two thousand kilometers fully naked! Isn’t that very thought enough guarantee?! Hahaha!Ayan: Wait! You still haven’t told me when you first saw me naked. Can you. Unhone apne sharir ko is tarah se maintain kiya hain. Jab wo raste pe chalti hain to kisi bhi admi ke pant me tufan khada kar deti. Wo basically bhopal mein rahti hain aur unka month ek bar toh nagpur ana hota he hain. Toh woh hamare ghar bhi aa jati hain. Nidhi bua ke husband college mein lecturer hain aur unhe ek beta hain jo 8 sal ka hain. But unhe dekhke koi keh nahi sakta ki wo ek bachhe ki maa hain.To chaliye main sidhe incident pe ata hu jo last week ki bat hain. Main apne office ke kam. ." he said, and I saw why he was stammering. Lindsey had got back into bed, but hadn't covered herself up properly. She was laid on her back, and had her legs open slightly. The pajama top was a short belly shirt, but it had bunched up above her belly button, and her sexy little black satin bikini string panties were on full show in the dim landing light coming through the open bedroom door."Having a good look were you?" I asked him in a mock-tone and Jason started to defend himself saying that. Zerowind. Fingers of mist rolled off the roofs of my neighborhood houses which looked like giant ships anchored in a dead calm sea of darkness. Depression. Hopelessness. Sensitivity. I'm 18 year old Chase Ellison, and I'm sitting on the rainy front stairs that lead up to my suburbian home, lonely, still and blank. My black nike hoodie drenched, only revealing the lower half of my face, between droplets, I look down, unmoved, like a concrete statue, as if waiting for something to come save me.