Wo boli taga khule me kese. Maine bola yah a mere aava koi nahi hai kalo. Wo boli thik hai. Maine to sare aapde utar diye sirf underwear pehla tha. Ri...er k aasa pas koi dur tak nahi dukh raha tha.Geeta ne bhi change kar lia.Fir hum dono river k ander jakar nahne lage. Me masti karne lage. Maine apna hath us ke boobs par rakh dia. Wo pehle to mana kar rahi thi k esa mat karo. Bad me maine dono hath us ke boobs par rakh kar dabanr laga. Kya kadak boobs the . Wo bhi moaning karne lagi. Bad me. Aren’t we going to feel lonely?’ ‘Where did you learn that sarcasm, young lady?’ ‘In my defense,’ said Jeff, ‘she had the full complement of sarcasm when I met her.’ We were both startled. I knew Jeff was still there. It just hadn’t occurred to me he would participate in the discussion. ‘Fortunately for both of you, I speak fluent sarcasm. Please allow me to translate. ‘Ashley has suggested that in this country and in this religion, a wedding is an intimate occasion. While there is no precise. Too annoying, too much hassle. I continue on, seeing a kids room. She’s 18 years old, but her room is that of a child. She refused to grow up. Pampered and spoiled her whole life. Ella is her name. Door wide open, I peek in. Pink, girly decor everywhere. A room for a princess. There she is. Bundled up in a sweet little cocoon of fluffy blue and green blankets. Fast asleep. Her pretty little face a gorgeous light almond color, a mix of her dad's dark Turkish complexion and her mom's pale German. My back felt cool leaning upon a nearby lamp post. I was wondering if I should just walk up the door, ring the doorbell, and get this suspense over with, or wait for him to come out and get me here and to sneak me in through the back. I should have asked him. We talked plenty about what we wanted to do to each other but not so much about the particulars leading up to that. I wasn’t even sure if we were going to have the house to ourselves tonight. Maybe his family was still with him. Maybe I.