She immediately took my left hand and drew a big beautiful A on my palm. I asked her what is it? She said me in Marathi. “Mala avadta ek dostache na...v chi pehli akshar aahe”. (it means “It is the first letter of the friend whom I like”.I nodded my head. I knew the linked list pointer was pointing to me. I enquired with her who is it and why she wrote on my hand.Me : Bol na. kutla dost aahe? Naav saang na. (Tell me. which friend is it? Tell me the name)Chitra : Me naahi saangnaar. Pun mala khoop. Before I could tell her that was so fine with me , she hastily added that it would be " on the house .'' This was turning out even better than I'd expected ! The second half was even more exciting than the first offscreen as well as on. When our team won by a narrow margin, I decided there was only one way to really celebrate. I broke open the champagne and sprayed it all over Keisha naked black flesh while she squealed with delight. When I licked it all off, she squealed even more . Entro, guardandomi intorno, e chiedo timidamente "C'è nessuno?"Il locale è buio, le serrande sono abbassate ed è illuminato solo da una fioca luce di candele. Mi guardo intorno ed entro, non ricevendo alcuna risposta ne sentendo alcun suono oltre i miei passi. La porta si chiude dietro di me, e quando mi volto di scatto a guardarla, una persona scivola alle mie spalle. Sussulto, faccio un passo indietro mentre osservo la donna appena apparsa: alta, magra, dalla carnagione estremamente pallida. Every available inch of wall was covered with postcards and posters that reflected her present obsessions and quite a few that she’d had and had not yet wholly abandoned. As always, it was with some difficulty that she pushed open her door as it caught on the cigarette stained carpet which covered the floor, and ignored the stares of her nosy neighbour – a girl who Twelve disdainfully noticed was unfashionably dressed in a twelve-inch dildo strapped to her waist with two long plaits at the back.