Unhone muje chodte time bahot support kiya. Uncle k aane ka time hone aaya tha isliye me vaha se nikal gaya.Iske baad hamane dusri baar sex jb uncle a...ne office se kaam se hyderabad gaye the tb kiya tha. Usdin aunty ne red color ki sadi pehni thi or vo bahot hi sexy lag rahe the. Hum dono unke bed par soye hue the mene unko kiss karna chalu kiya or dhire dhire unke boobs tak pahoch gaya or unke bobs ko bahar se dabane lag gaya or fir mene mene unke blose, sadi or bra nikal di or dekha ki unke. Last of the fuckin' hippies. Hell, time's passed him by and what else can he do? I was born a hippy and raised a hippy and I don't much mind. Better than workin' in a goddam office.' Woman after my own heart. I gestured at the remains of the pizza.'You want the last slice? And then brownies?' She rolled her eyes.'I've died and gone to fuckin' heaven. How old did you say you were?' Click.'Nineteen and working on it.' She raised her glass to me.'And a dam' fine job you're doin' too. You planning. I tried to cheer myself up with a bad Southern drawl, saying aloud to myself, ‘Ma dawgs is barkin’!’ It didn’t work. I walked down the street, same way I walk every night because I don’t own a car – or even a bike, and tried to distract myself from my own dismal thoughts. I watched with some lazy interest as people sped by in their shiny SUVs and expensive cars, turning into oncoming traffic even though it was too small a break. I pondered the trend that demanded vehicles that were too big for. “We really are gonna be late, Sanna. Help!” Taking pity on her near-hysterical friend and feeling a pang of guilt, Rosanna took the bewildered woman by the hand and led her to the tidy pile by the door. “You are one evil woman, Sanna Romero. Why didn’t you just tell me my stuff was by the door?” Solace huffed. “Sol, you need to be more organized. You’re always looking for something. If you would put your—“ Rosanna did not have a chance to finish. “I am organized, in my own way. Who says people.