The language, culture the resemblance. How can she like him?” Monica said, “Dear I will show you something, then all your queries will be solved.�...�She took out her tab and showed her few porn clips where Indian girls were being fucked by African men. Reema was surprised, and her eyes were wide open. She said, “O my God. What the fuck. Look at the cocks of these guys. I can’t believe it. Their cocks are like huge water pipes. And that is fucking these girls in different positions. And they are. I also like to do kinky things in sex and one of the kinky things is smoking, drinking and using fruits, juices and other stuff during sex. This happened about 3 years ago. I met up with a lady from a chat site who was also kinky like me. She was 37 at that time, had a figure of 34-30-36. She was average in looks but had very expressive eyes and beautiful lips. She liked to smoke and drink and had done so a lot before marriage, but not after marriage.One afternoon, she called me and came over. EVERYONEDo you hear the people sing?Singing the songs of angry men?It is the music of a peopleWho will not be slaves againWhen the beating of your heart,Echoes the beating of the drumsThere is a life about to startWhen tomorrow comesI stopped them right there. In such an enclosed space, it was ... overwhelming.“Damn, Peter still remembers that,” I said aloud.“Michael, I will never forget it, that’s a promise.”“Well, I plan to add that to the updated book. It may become one of our most. "Starry, Starry, Night. The picture mentioned in the song." The song's about a picture?" I asked. This was news to me.Kristen looked at me, surprised. "Do you know anything about that song?" Somebody once told me it was about Vincent Van Gogh... a painter, right?"Kristen shook her head. "It's pronounced 'Van Gogh.'" Kristen pronounced the last part the way it would be pronounced in Dutch, with a back-of-the-throat guttural sound at the end. "You don't know what the song's about?"I decided to.