Mai:kya kar raha hai?Amit: bata na kya karu?Mai: kuch mat kar, so ja.Amit: ok. (amit ne apne dono hath fold kar ke sir pe rakh diye aur mere baju me h... leta raha, thodi der bad…)Mai: yahi soyega kya?Amit: tu kitna akadu hai yar, mai itne pyar se tuz se bat kar raha hoo, aur tu hai ki…. Kuch bolta bhi nhi.Mai: muze samaz me nhi aa raha hai yar kya kahu, feeling horny.Amit: tu kabhi apne lund k sath khelta nhi hai kya? Hilata nhi hai kya?Mai: hilata hoo, lekin akale me. tere lund abhi bhi khada. She locked the door and five minutes later we were sat drinking coffee and putting the world to rights. After half an hour, I drained my cup of now lukewarm coffee and got up to go. ‘Is that you, then?’ she asked. ‘Yeah, unless. . .’ ‘What?’ ‘Well, it just occurred to me that I haven’t seen what you’ve got under that top of yours, and you’ve seen mine. . .and Emma’s. . . ‘ ‘God! You are a pervert, aren’t you?’ ‘Well, yes, but, come on, fairs fair’. She sighed, ‘O.K.’ She took hold of the hem of. Very different.”I studied him for a beat, then pressed on. “As you described the job, it sounds interesting with challenge. I like that. I detest being bored with time on my hands or doing tasks that become rote. The pay and benefits … they’re amazing for the position. I know I only have a couple years experience but I got bored at the other job. I want that challenge.”He smiled. I had the feeling the interview was going pretty well so far. He seemed to like my openness and desire for. But that was all cleared away when my phone rang. I knew who it was without even looking, and the thought of talking to him brought a smile to my face. Hey dude. Nates voice came from the other end of the phone when I picked it up. Hey. I replied. Need something? Yeah, I think we need to talk. Can you meet me at the duck pond in the park in like fifteen minutes? he asked, his voice unusually serious. My heart began racing in my chest with uncertainty, Yeah, I guess so. Is something wrong? I.