Fir woh jagi bhi lekin rok rahi thi toh…Nilesh: Toh kya bol na?Abhishek. Yaar woh thoda khicha tani karne lagi. Maine jabardasti nikal ke uski panty...aur lund dal diya.Nilesh: Behanchod Naveen ko malum hai kya ye bat?Abhishek: Tu ghadha hai kya usko kaise malum chalega?Nilesh: Uske bad kya hua?Abhishek: Maine usko bejh diya ghar puri rat tension se so nahi saka main.Nilesh: To subah use mila?Abhishek: Mila tha subah gaya tha.Fir usne Nilesh ko sari bat batayi. Usne mummy ko kiss kiya top utha ke. Those people whose live barely interact with yours with a few fleeting photons then they turn away and go--somewhere else. You don't care, though. It's nothing to do with you, now is it?Oh, I've done a few things in my life to bring life and color into my existence and that of others, but's always been temporary--short lived and immaterial. The horrible part of my existence was I could feel it all slipping away like my blood draining out of a shunt, wasted--discarded on the ground to mix with. “She’s fine,” he answered. “She was just getting ready when I left.”He smiled again. “I won’t rush her then,” he said looking at his watch. “We arranged to meet at seven-thirty so there’s plenty of time.”Alan looked around the room a couple of times pausing at the large bed each time. He knew that was where Dawn had cuckolded him and he momentarily imagined her naked inside it with Bradley at her side.“Everything okay?”Alan looked back at Bradley and nodded.“That’s where it all happened, Alan.. She roared down the street, anxious to get back to the office. The rendezvous with the union rep had cost her dearly for time, and there would doubtless be a number of urgent messages from The Superintendent, regarding some new job."Read a book at bedtime to help you off to sleep. I've found I get the same effect from fixing on reality..."The melodic chorus of a long-forgotten band filled the coupe's interior. Giselle tapped a regular beat with her tiny fingers upon the steering wheel. She was.