Uske bad mene pooja di bareme soch badal geyi .Mene socha ki pooja do ko kese chodu.Agala din uska ghara geyi or pooja di ki room ko jake ak bra leliy... or muthi marna laga usi time pooja di under ageyi meri hath me usi bra dekha kar boli kiya karihi ho mene bola kuch nahi.O bola saram nehi ati tere ko mene apni bhia jesa dekhareyi thi.Mene sorry bola .Or usne bola next time asa kiya to sabko batadugi.Fir mene uhase chala geyi.Usi time pooja di exam chalrehi this 3din bad pooja di mama ki pita. “No. My home is in Sydney. My uncle works at the South Australia Museum. But in Polynesian anthropology.”They were chivvied onto the bus and Eddy drove them for about five minutes. “Just a short walk,” he said. “But step carefully. There are frogs and snakes. Toads and lizards, too.”“There,” said Sam, pointing. “There’s a python stalking a frog.” The tourist grasped his arm.“That’s a big snake!”“No. Not really. It’s a carpet python. Less than two meters. There’s he’s got a rocky river frog! We. I noticed that the vagrant’s processions were scattered on the pavement having fallen from the overturned shopping cart. Maybe it was the nice guy in me or maybe it was just to keep warm, but either way, I bent over and started picking up the stuff scattered in front of the cab. One of the first responders walked over toward me. I assumed he was going to help. But this was NYC, all he did was hand me a pair of rubber gloves and tell me not to cut myself. ‘AIDS, you know.’ One of the plastic. You feel my soft fingers run down yourspine in your neck to your shoulders. Lightly running over yourcollarbone as you shiver. I smile and tell you to lay down and placeyour hands on the headboard rungs, telling you if you remove them fromthem, I will stop. You smile at my bossiness a bit, chuckling at thefeisty in my voice. I run my soft fingertips along your abdomen again,down to your hips. You groan and arch your hips a bit, the tinglesrunning down your body. I get off of the bed, and you.