“Oh god, don’t notice!” I thought to my self. She raised an eyebrow.“Well… that’s not a thing you see out in public every day.” She said...grinning and staring at me“What, what are you talking about?” I tried my best not to sound nervous but I think I stuttered a bit.“Oh like you don’t know. Nice shorts, bony man.” She started laughing and I couldn’t hold it any more I started to grin and broke out into a big smile.“Just don’t tell anybody ok. I don’t want to be embarrassed.” I said. She still. I thought this was a good opportunity, He said that he was staying in parkyroyal hotel in room no.407 and he will wait for me at 8p.m. I told him that I have to convince my wife Rittu to bring her to the hotel. Anyway I reached home and told my wife that a friend of mine had come from Bombay and he has invited us for dinner.I told her he was my school friend she said she didn’t want to go but when I persisted she agreed. We reached park royal hotel at 8.30.Rittu was wearing a black sarre and. The sound of the hammer being drawn back. Click, click, click.The face above Apollo moves out of his vision, the gun barrel slips from between his cracked dry lips, banging his teeth as the figure moves away across the empty concrete floor. A parking lot, dimly lit, the halogen tube above Apollo's head was on a constant flicker, a tiny tinging sound filling the empty space between his ears. He could no longer think. Death was coming.Apollo with his shoulder length blond hair neat and tied back,. “Oooo, do me!”“I rather think I am.”And so it came to pass, that the Gingerbread Man slid two gingery fingers into the boatman, setting his anus on passionate fire, and causing him to wriggle and moan. Giving the cone-shaped candy cane one last smear of gingery spit, he withdrew his fingers, and then gently inserted it into the boatman.“Oh, sweet ginger fucks!”“Why, yes, I do. Now, turn around and lean your ass on the side of the boat.”The boatman did as he was told, and pushed himself onto the.