Please tell me your name? I do like to know whom I am eating with." Oh, sorry. Howdy, Mr. Johnson. My name is Abigail O'Halloran, but you kin call me ...Abi.'" Fine, Abi, then you may call me 'Mike.' You don't look underfed. Why are you begging for food at this time?" It's kind of embarrassin', but I tell ya my story as soon as I gits some food inside me." She smiled at that, and I smiled back at her. The waitress came up, and we ordered. Practically as fast as she could walk to the kitchen and. I guess I am. But she’s given every indication that she feels the same way and I don’t feel the least bit guilty about it. I sure hope everything works out at the dance next week. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.“Polygons are going to kill me,” Rachel sighed as she sat at lunch with us Friday.“Are those nasty polygamists trying to get you into their cult?” Beca asked brightly.“Poly... ?” Rachel snorted in the most unladylike manner I’d ever seen. She reached across the table to slap Beca’s. She then boldly asked whether I ever had been way too naughty with any of my gfs to which I replied, “try me to Believe”, and she said Badmash!!! and winked at me.All these kind of talks that I did was intentional so that I could find her “Breaking point” from which I can proceed. I felt that she was not satisfied as she is in her late 30s and her hunger for sex can be seen in the way she dressed, talked, eyed at other males (including me) and so on. They usually used to fight as she wanted her. She was saying..”Saale harami kutte apni malkin ko chodta hai…le saale ab meri gaand ko bhi apni jaban se chod..mere ko maja de …ah! ah! Aur ziada de wowww! Kya garam jaban hai teri ah! Ah! Kitna accha chatta hai..roj aise hi karakar..ohhh!”. Bahadur also got very excited and removed his shorts and started uttering filthy words which were amazing to me. Bahadur said “ Saali garam kutiya tere ko ek laura nahin roj ke das laure cahhiye..haramzadi apne khasam ke jatte hi tange chauri kar ke.