‘No….I mean….Yes…I mean….Aw, hell. I don’t know what I mean,’ I replied, looking down at the floorboard of the truck and shaking my head... The sound of her laughter filled the cab of the truck, and reaching over and squeezing my arm, Laurie smiled and said, ‘I know what you meant, and I think you’re pretty hot, too.’ I couldn’t believe my ears at what I heard. She said nothing else nor did she have time, because right as we reached the foothills of the mountains, we came upon another long road. Aunty: Hey plz suggest me which saree I should wear.We peeped into her cubboard. She had many sarees. She asked me hoe this red saree will look. I asked her she has black saree.Aunty: Red saree will be good na… black saree won’t be good.Me: No aunty women looks good and sexy in black saree.Aunty: how do u know all this?I was feeling shy. I told her that this is the rend nw a days boys like like it.Aunty: But uncle is not a boy. He’s grownup and almost 32 yaers old.Me: He’s not that old. I don’t. "It was when I was thirteen - I was staying with my aunt and uncle in Hastings and, one night, when they were out, my cousin Helen invited her boyfriend round and he brought a friend of his. They were all two years older than me, and we played some records and drank some wine, then we danced a little. I liked Helen's boyfriend, Russell - in fact, I suppose I had a bit of a crush on him. I quite liked his friend, Simon, as well, but something happened between Helen and Russell - they had a bit. Immediately, as we came in, we were met by a matre-de who greeted us with "Good evening Mister Thomas. Would you please introduce me to this absolutely lovely lady with you?" "Sir Reginald," I said "May I introduce her royal highness, Princess Catherine of the house of Wilson, my betrothed, soon to be elevated to queen of the house of Thomas." He was suitably impressed saying "You highness, I am truly honored that you would grace this establishment with the beauty of your royal presence.".