The bag of trash needs to go out, but it can wait until morning. Once again I wonder if I should write a thank-you note to whoever thought up the idea...of paper plates? I rinse a handful of silverware and load it into the machine.Matt watches as I finish. He's still sitting in the chair of honor at the table—wrapping paper and ribbons drifting around his legs. I can't see his face, but I hear his sighing. I know the feeling; birthdays aren't nearly as much fun anymore. Still, I think I have. Laura looked at the view and tried not to think about Sholandra in the next room, naked, or in her underwear at least. She was experienced enough not to expect anything to happen, and was resigned to it. Sholandra seemed exuberantly heterosexual, even aggressively so. In the car, she had said, when talking about Ron Casimir, "Just looking at him makes this little black pussy hum."And so Laura was surprised, even shocked, when Sholandra appeared in her underwear, holding up a pale yellow evening. One day i brought statue worth of 2000 rs which i kept on the table and i went to bath in the evening time at that time no one was in house all went to cosuins marraige n would return in night then laxmi come in and was cleaning at that time when she was cleanig she had broken my statue and she took some 8 rs which were kept on the table after i came out the bathroom n dressend she was in the kitchen i obsreved that the statue was broken out of anger i called her asked abt the thing she told. I pushed him away, not wanting to hear anymore. He laughed slightly even as I gave him my best ‘go fuck yourself’ face. ~*~ The dinner was delicious. A strawberry vinaigrette dressing over romaine lettuce. Then a perfectly seared bass with a vanilla cake to finish it off. I looked over at Todd, who was having a casual conversation with my uncle. He absent mindedly lifted his middle fingers to his lips and sucked on the tip, removing the bit of cake left on the end. I wanted that mouth on me.