Neetu ne phone rakhte hue kaha ki Raah aapka demo style bahut pyara hai…..tabhi mein mazaakh mein kya sirf demo style hi theek hai tab woh haste hue...mobile cut kardi…..phir night mein baar baar wohi number se misscall aane per meine return mein call kiya tab woh ladki ne kaha ki aapka style bhi acha hai.Aise hi bahut raaten ham logon ke beech sirf baatein hoti thee…sudden ek raat meine poocha ki neetu kya tum virgin ho woh khaamosh hui aur kahi ki haa mein abhi tak virgin hu , meine poocha ki. And he comes in wearing this babe in a scant $500 dress. And he's wearing that huge smug smiley face I can't stand. There's no doubt but that he's also wearing aftershave."You fucking show-off," I shout.I mean, he's blown our fucking cover. I'm tired of him doing this glittery shit. And I really don't like the way this woman is looking at me--I can give back better than that by the bucket."You're like a crow, Darren, you know that?--quite an eye for the scraps of flashy trash."She's looking at. I’ll write you a check to cover what it cost you for the dance with Lisa,’ offered Ted. ‘You really saved her. Paula was calling me every name in the book when that fat bastard, excuse my French, started up to the stage to claim his dance with Lisa.’ ‘Sir, I’m sure that as a gentleman yourself, you’ll reconsider what you just suggested. I didn’t dance with Lisa to save her. Gwen simply indicated that she’d be fine with me winning the bid for the dance with Lisa. That’s all it took. It was my. She rolled the single die that landed her on a light blue space. “Throat.”Sandy looked at her card. “I already know how you like your compliments. I don’t really need to ask about your creative outlets either, that’s the one thing you do communicate consistently. What’s a song that’s speaking to you right now, in your life?”“I mean, you know my set list.”“I know, but you act in a lot of them. What is something that keeps coming back in your head outside of work? What speaks to you?”“Okay..