Phir usne thodi der ungli daali aur mujhe achcha lagne lga ab muhe dard nhi ho rha tha, humne phir thodi si whiskey pi aur ab mein kafi bhand ho chuki...thi mujhe sab kuch thoda clear nhi dikh rha tha.Bas wo mujhe bed pe leta kar chodna shuru krne lga, mein use mna kar rahi thi par ab mujhe dard kam ho rha tha aur mujhe mz aane lga.Poore room mein aaaaahhhhhhh uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh chhhodoooooo aurrrr tezzzzz aaaahhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaayyyyiiiii marrrrrr gayiiiiii ye sab aawaze mere muh se. " "Why do you wear them, then? Why don't you get some grown-up panties?" I asked, not understanding her anger. "Because Mother still buys all my clothes for me, that's why. You know my mother. You ought to, she's your best friend for god's sake. Conservative and practical to a fault. She still thinks of me as her little girl and buys me cotton panties." "Have you ever said anything to her about it?" I asked. "Yes, but all she does is smile and say, 'Well, cotton panties are a lot cheaper, you. The next question was whether he should go to work or not, and the question after that was where did he work and what did he do. He decided to go to work.****** Walking into the high rise that he had previously strode into, he began to feel the sense of panic deep within him build once again especially as he remebered he was to meet with his boss and get his promotion. Desperately he looked at his watch, 9:45 the time for the meeting was 9 am, my god he thought what had happened. He. Finally, impossibly, her lips closed behind the flare of the helmet. Her cheeks bulging, her jaw had to be dislocated. Or maybe made of rubber.She shifted her knees and got a better angle. Drool cascaded down the endless shaft. And then she forced the torpedo down into her throat.The crowd went a little crazy then. "Holy shit!" "We love you, April!" "So fucking hot, baby girl!"That last voice sounded like her step-dad.It didn't matter what was possible. It didn't matter how many inches were.