"Gross, that one was totally burnt," Melanie says. Nicholas ignores her, but Sandie chimes in with a snort and a chuckle.Then we're all quiet. We all ...lance into the fire, watching it dance. I've never seen something so deadly and beautiful, so dangerously attractive.“Wasn’t Andi supposed to be here too?” Melanie grumbles. She grips her blunt between her fingers and blows out a puff of smoke. “She said she’d bring more booze.”“As if we’re anywhere close to running out,” Sandie says. “Cut her. Sant shree ne bhi kaha, ‘dikha beti maulavi ataaturk saheb ko apni gaand.”maine ghuum kr gaand dikha di; maulavi aur sant dono bole eksath, ” waah, kyaa mast gand h, gudaz, chikni, warm, gori. Dil krta h isse thaap de-de mazzaa lun.Ab to dono sant meri gaand sahlane lage, dabbane lage, aur dono ki ek-ek angul meri kunwari gaand me sarkne lagi. Do angul meri gand me. Aur mera ek-ek mumma in donon ke munh me. Dono chatkhara le chuns rahe the meri 2-chuchi, ahh, aaaahh; mazaa too mujhe bhi aane. "As if possessed by the thumping subwoofer, she pushed harder on the gas pedal. The grin on her face grew as the turbocharged car skimmed the curvy blacktop. She zoomed past a stand of naked white aspens as if the devil was in hot pursuit. Fallen leaves captured in the vortex created by the car chased after her like a yellow tornado. The roar of the throaty exhaust was barely audible over the riffing baseline and her lively singing. The late October air blasted through the open windows and. "It's attention. It sounds like a lot of attention."I'd upped the ante -- and that more or less wasn't allowed. He didn't think I was taking him seriously, so he decided to get my attention. He had me yell for Reggie, then unloaded on him, "I'm gonna fuck your momma, kid. You understand? You got a problem with that?"I knew as well as he did that this wasn't for Reggie's benefit -- it was about embarrassing and humiliating me. It worked -- but it didn't mean that either of us was done. I assured.