It was getting close to the time Patricia's lead act was supposed to begin and the restroom was still busy."Hey," some guy called out from the end of ...he restroom, "is there anyone here I should be looking for?"Alex's head snapped up and he quietly cursed to himself before exiting his stall."Yeah, I'm looking for the same guy," another man called out. "My girlfriend sent me in here to find him, but all these dicks look the same to me, and I'd rather not examine each one," he finished, producing. " Marlene whispered. "Why don't you?" Brian replied."I think your mother might have an issue with that." Marlene commented as she climbed off of him and stood up next to the bed.Brian smiled, "well she certainly has a good idea what was going on in here." He was obviously referencing her moaning. The irony of his statement was that unbeknownst to them his mother was standing right outside the door."I told you I was a moaner." Marlene reminded him as she pulled her panties up, followed by her. Mai bhi Vimla ke jhar jane ke bad jor dar char-panch dhakke lagaye aur Vimla ki choot me apna lund ghuser kar Vimla ke upar gir gaya. Aur jhar chukka tha aur ab Vimla ke upar ankh band karke leta tha aur hanph raha tha. Thori der ke bad maine apna lund Vimla ki choot se bahar nikala aur lund ke bahar nikalte hi Vimla ki choot se dher sara safed garha garha pani nikalne laga. Vimla yah dekh kar choot me apni panty khons kar uth kar bathroom ki taraf bhagee.Mai kafi thak chuke the. Aaj lagatar do. I was being made whole from the fabric of the universe. I am not fading out of existence but fading into it. I’m solidifying. Becoming one.”I had a term paper to write comparing a specific aspect of modernism with a counterpart in postmodernism and how it influenced my own work. Foundations of Contemporary Art was not my favorite class by a long stretch. It was almost impossible to self-analyze and suggest that my own art was more modernist or post-modernist. It was certainly influenced by both.