He liked to strokemy nylon-covered skin. My nipples always responded when he did."Wait, wait, I can't stand it anymore," Victor interrupted my story."...ou can't stand, what, anymore," I wanted to know."You know there is no such thing as hangover pills," he said,exasperated.My supposed claims of hangover pills affronted his personality. Victorwas a realist. He knew that I did not believe that such a thing existed.Although he was fascinated by my life story so far, the claim that a pillwould erase. You’re very sweet, but probably not something I should partake of.” He set me back out of his embrace. Suddenly I felt very cold. Not from the air, but from the distance between us. I was confused. What was he talking about? I said, “I don’t understand.” “I know you don’t, sweet Ash. If I were into vanilla, I would have you in a heartbeat, but I’m not. I need things that would scare you away, and then it would be uncomfortable for us to work together.” I still didn’t understand, but I had never. I think she was going out for some partyn all...while she was waiting for her driver to come..I went near her and started talking to her...about myself n asked about herself...Her voice was little bit manly...but she looks totally feminine. While talking she got a call from her driver that she can't able to come....so she asked me whether I can drive her to the party...I agreed...how could I miss such opportunity.Then with slowly and gradually we become friendzz...she uses to call me Lulli as. Stocky’s name was Chuck. ‘Fuck yeah,’ Bobby thought after introductions, ‘that works for me.’“Come here often, Chuck?” Bobby asked.“Sure, as long as I get to see pretty mouths like yours, I’ll keep coming,” came Chuck’s reply.With their eyes locked in a horny embrace, both guys lifted their beers and took another gulp.“Why don’t we make our way out back in the alley and relieve some tension,” Bobby suggested.“Hope your mouth can do a man’s work,” Chuck replied, with a shitfaced grin.“Bring it.