“Fuck yeah… that pussy is getting a good pounding,” he said. A few more obscenities from him followed, before his face moved away. I began to th...nk seriously about my exit strategy. He was a rough looking guy and I didn’t want to piss him off, given the fact that he had obviously had a few drinks. On an impulse, I quickly glanced behind me to find that ‘Skanky’ had his tracksuit pants pulled slightly down, and was playing with his knob. I swiftly looked forward again, before his head once more. Thereafter we started sharing of photos on whatsap. Then we decided to meet.As decided I picked her from gangapur road and we went to 12 2 12 it’s a cafe people from Nasik knows we had some snacks and drinks later we decided to go to back waters to enjoy some quality time in silence so I drove her to back waters and we got out of car holding hand in hand enjoying climate cool air breeze chit chatting I just turned my face towards her and she turned her face towards me at a time accidentally and. ’ He wanted to stay with her even if it meant sobriety. “Or we could keep dancing.” That sounded great. “Or...”“Or?” She couldn’t let him stop there.“How would you like to go for a walk?” How would she like that? He was already more important to her than the dance was, and talking while the records were playing meant shouting in her girly voice, and she didn’t want to drop that.“With you? I’d like that.” And if he found them a hidden place on their walk to make out a little, she would like. . No? Suits (grimace); we'll buy the stuff from you. But only if it's the good stuff mind. Get it delivered and then embark, just forget to disembark. Helmets people. Bert, skinny, and while you are getting into your skinny bring me up to date on the political situation dirtside."New Liege was quiet, according to Bert; he caught the shuttle down at least weekly to reprovision and experience real gravity instead of the shipboard variety. True democracy appeared to have broken out with some.