“And what else do you love?”“Your feet.” I said. Despite repeating this ritual every morning, I still felt ashamed.“And how do you like them...”“Bare.” I had to admit as always.“Only?”“No, also when you wear socks.”“Which socks?” he continued, unsatisfied.“The white tennis socks, and the blue socks for trekking.”“Well, well....” he said in an impatient tone. “But the socks are not enough right? What do you need more?” I did not answer. He knew the answer, and I did not want to speak it. Then dono aise hi jhad jaate hain…Fir kapde pehen kar apne compartmnt me jaate hai… Waha sab soye the.. Daya bhi….Ab dono ek kiss kar ke so jaate hai…Raat ke 3 baj rahe hai doosre compartmnt me gogi ke neend khul jaati haii… Wo dekhta hai ke… Uske papa (sodhi) ka lund uski mummy (roshan) le haath me hai aur uske mummy ke boobs bahar hai..Sodhi thoda hilta hai to gogil dar ke so jata hai sodhi uth kar toilet jata hai aur wapas aa kar dusri birth pe so jata hai… Gogi ye dekhta hai ke sodhi dusri. "Beast!" But Silver's eyes glittered with suppressed excitement, evenas she tried to pout. She unfastened her seatbelt and leaned overtowards me, and we kissed - gently at first, and then, as Silver'stongue insinuated itself between my lips and teeth, with more urgency.After a moment or two, the taxi driver coughed discreetly, and wedisengaged, embarrassed."Call me tomorrow, will you?" A whisper. I nodded. Silver alightedfrom the car and trotted cheerfully up her garden path, the heels. Since David had not been involved in the exploring that morning (through no fault of his own) the professor had decided to exclude him from the review. Before this morning, David would have been pissed, but now it would give him a chance to do a review of his own. He knew most of the myths of ancient Greece, so he knew what "Aphrodite" was supposed to be capable of. Now, since he was a modern-day Aphrodite, he needed to find out if the stories were true.While he was picking out what would be.