Me sham ko station ke vaha gaya tha kamse. Market station ke vaha he aur bohot bada he. Mera locality matab me jaha rahta hu vahape maximum log gujara...i he. So Mumbai me rahne vale guess kar sakte he ye area konsa ho sakta he. Mere gharse share rickshaw najdi hi he station jane ke liye but me usdin me mere choote bhai ke cycle se ja raha tha.Mene aadha rasta cover kar liya tha. Station aur market jo station ke najdik he, uske pahle he bohot traffic hua tha which is as usual. Rickshaw, car, bus. We'll think of something." What?" Tish said, her voice hollow. There was a small smile on her face. "Matt's no match for them. Your ribs are cracked. Let's be honest with each other, Captain. That's the least we can do now."The old man looked at her a long moment, then winked at Suzy and Matt. "There's some fightin' gal there, kids," he said. "Whatever happened down here wasn't all bad, because your mom sure looks different than she did this morning."They both looked at their mother, then at. "My name is Danny and I couldn't help but notice you all the way over here. You look just like my sister Maureen and she was my best friend."The non-existent Maureen had been used as a ploy in other new friendships and he almost felt like she really existed because he had talked about her constantly just to strike up a conversation."Thank you, Danny, I was getting god-awful bored at this table. My friend went to play darts with the boys and I was even thinking of just packing it in and heading. They got quiet and started to head back to sleep. After about 10 minutes Tristen shifted around trying to get comfortable again but this time she accidently pressed her ass harder into John and she noticed what he had been hoping to conceal. John noticed it too but he just laid silently still pretending to be a sleep.After another minute went by Tristen carefully reached back behind her ass and felt around the front of his athletic shorts with her hand. John noticed and wondered what she was.