”“Matlab, handjob?” main chaunk ke bola.“Kya tum log aajkal ise ye kahte ho?”“Ha ma,” main khushi se bola.“Ha beta par tumhe kuch rule... follow karna padege.”“Kaise rules?”“Pahla rule ye ki mere raat ko light band karne ke baad hi tum nange hoge. Dusra ye ki jab kaam pura hoga aur tum chooto ge, to kapde phehenoge aur fir hi soya karoge. Aur akhri rule ye ki tum din mein sex ki maang nahi karoge.”“Thik hai, ma,” main fat se bola.“To aaj raat se hi start karenge. Ready ho jao,” ma boliMain to. . I don't know. I have not spoken to Mendeleyev for ... er ... a while. I have been thinking about Alana and Vitaly and little Dmitry. I think she is "writing up" or something, so there is a comprehensive account of what she has done ... er..."Anatoly yawns, turns over and attempts to re-establish his connection with the unconscious."Tolya! Are you listening?" No, not really." I think we should give Vyera something back. We have taken a lot. It's time to give back." Huh? OK ... erm ... yes, I. I guess I have to think long-term. Or maybe I am just totally wrong.Garven’s thoughts were: I hope I’m reading her correctly. I don’t want to queer a possible relationship by giving her the impression that I don’t want to give her lessons.Milroy pulled into his garage. Aggie parked in front of the house. By the time she was on the front porch he had opened the door. “I’ll put on some coffee Aggie. We can chat a bit. We’ll go over my plan for your lessons.”She was so horny that she could climb. .. obey..." She was starting to breathe heavily.I counted down. By the time I got to 'one' she collapsed onto me, her head tumbling forward into my shoulder. Go figure, it worked. A 'new mail' sound piped up from my computer. I leaned over to glance at it - it was an email from Elise. The subject line said You should be dead! A chill ran down my spine when I read that. A little flustered, I turned back to Amy."Amy, think of a word that will make you happy. A word you wouldn't mind me using to.