’ ‘I know? Well, no, I’ve always found it nerve-wracking approaching a girl, but—not to blow my own trumpet,’ I caveated, wryly, ‘sometime... they approached me. So, why were you turning men away?’ ‘You’ve always taken me as I am, and I appreciate that. You’ve never been odd about my legs, or what they mean, but not everyone’s as relaxed about that sort of thing. I’m not sure, really, I’m the dateable sort. Yes, sure, there’s the occasional interest, but I don’t know: I worry about how it would. I took a bite of what was supposed to be calamari to find that it was minced squid formed into a ring and covered in bread crumbs. ‘What’s this supposed to be?’ I asked the waitress after I leg-roped her and dragged her back to my table. I didn’t really, but it did take some doing to grab her attention. ‘It’s crumbed calamari.’ ‘No, it’s crumbed squid rings, it is not calamari.’ ‘Yeah it’s squid, that’s calamari, and it’s been minced and shaped into a ring and crumbed, therefore it’s crumbed. Oh no, I didn’t say to stop. I slap your tit and push u back on the bed. Push you on your back and tell you not to move.I go to the dresser and pull out a baseball cap, upside down, filled with folded pieces of paper. Bring it to you and tell you to pick a piece. You do and I tell you to read it to me. It simply says “cloths pin on clit” so I proceed back to the dresser and pull open the top drawer and pull out a cloths pin and tell you to pull up your dress and as I kneel next to the bed I can. .Ab kahani me maza ayega dosthoun kyunki chudwai simran ki abhi baakhi hai mere dosth…. Suddenly maama ki death hogayi accident huwa tha. .So chaltey hai story pe after his death mere grand parents came back to my city puraani haveli thi wahi pe rehne lagey aur my b kabhi kabhi jaata tha milne almost 6saal guzar chuke phir ek din naana nani relatives k yahan gaye 2din k liye maami aur bacchey they ghar pe my ghar gaya toh pata chala k wo akeli hi sirf bacchey saath mei my wahi baitha tha sham k.