Wo kuch banana k liye preparation kar rahi thi or me uske piche se ake usko neck me kiss karne laga or uske gaoon ko utrne laga, wo boli kya hua to me...bola aaj pura din nange hi rahenge. Wo hansi or boli jese tum chaho. Or me wo v utar diya. Wo andar kuch nei pehni thi, ab dono fir se nange. Me uske piche khade ho k uske gand me apna land ko ghis raha tha or uske pure body ko hath mar raha tha.Fir hum dono milke noodles banaye or drawing room me agaye. Ek mast sa hollywood movie lagaye or dono. “So, Marge, since we are here, how about we keep our friend Victor here warmed down a litle?”“I was expecting for you to ask me that, Grace”Soon Red and Green went in front of me and started to kiss each other. Not just kiss each other, but kiss like you see in movies or magazines. An intense kiss, and their hands travelling all over their covered boties, groping each other’s butts, their tongues fighting in the most erotic move ever made by humanity. Everything helped to start to put heat in. "Oh, these dreams!" Señor Hal—Señor Hal; wake up!" Javier had appeared in his dream. He was standing over Hal as he slept. Hal could see it in panorama, the faithful attendant bent over his sleeping body. Hal called down to him, "Javier, I don't want any French Toast today." He said it loudly enough, but Javier didn't appear to be listening."Forget the French Toast, already." Hal looked to a spot somewhere over his head from where the vaguely familiar voice came from. He dreamt that he saw Mort. "Will you come in with me?" I ask timidly."Of course I will. Do you want me to come into the stall and retuck you, too?" You say sarcastically."No, I think I can manage that myself," I reply with fake indignation. We enter the ladies' room which is thankfully empty."So this is what it looks like in one of these," I whisper. "Where are the urinals?" Next door, silly," you reply. We do our business and exit the stalls at the same time."That was easy," I breathe."No problem," you reply. We wash up.