Used to smoke with him. Initially he was reluctant to talk for obvious self superiority reasons later we became a really good friends and have started...smoking with him regularly, used to discuss many topics of work later topics shifted from work to people and people to love and then sex.One fine day a busty lady came to the stall, I had never seen her I was alone at that time. Later Moolchand came as usual on his motorbike and came near to me. he had his beedi and started smoking, my eyes were. I would joke to my friends that Emily was the kind of girl you’d see in movies who was supposed to be “the girl next door” because she had a pretty face and a friendly smile, but the actress was still much too good-looking and you rarely saw women so attractive and well put-together in real life.Maybe she’d just been desperate when she stooped to dating a guy so average as myself, but somehow I’d managed to charm her and now we were together.Together, just watching TV on a weekend afternoon as. I thought they might have gone to bed, and both would have been comfortable on it, because I had got Rachel a Queen-sized bed when she moved in with me, and she was in love with it, because she had been sleeping in an old single bed before.When we'd set it up in her room, she lay on it, her arms spread out in a cross, and she had looked like a doll on it, a small girl on a big bed. We didn't always spend our evenings together. Sometimes she just wanted to have alone-time, and would spend her. ” “Ah,” I said slightly embarrassed but understanding. “I’m just going to the bar and was taking in the surroundings.” “I was just headed there myself,” she said. “Care to buy me a drink?” “My pleasure,” I said. As we arrived to the bar she turned and asked me what I was going to have to drink. “A very dirty, no a filthy dirty, vodka martini,” I replied. “And how about you?” “Oh, I’ll be boring and just have a Cosmo.” I ordered the drinks and when they were ready handed over the conical glass.