I then started laughing, and she made a sad face, as if appearing guilty though she was not I know, and told me some bullshit sad story, but I totally...ignored that, and said boldly…” Anju, tujhe jis se chalaana hai chalaa… main toh chala apne room mein muth maarne” and she smiled slightly, and when I started to get up, she held my hand, and looked me directly in the eye and said, “main aapkko achhi nahin lagti kya?”.I said,”lagti toh bahot ho, par abhi muth maarne ka time ho gaya hai hahaha”. Shayad use bhi accha lag raha tha.Maine apna ek hath upar uski gand ke pas touch kiya aur halka halka sahlane laga. Kya bataun dosto kya mast mulayam ehsas tha. Wo thoda piche hui aur ab mera lund uski gand ki darar me tha.Usne piche mudkar bola “takleef to nahi ho rahi”Maine bola “nahi bheed ka maja hi alag hai”Wo boli hai”lambai jyada hai logo ki”Maine pucha “lambe log jyada pasand hain apko”Wo boli “haan lambe lod bahut mazedar hote hain”Maine kan pe dheere se bola “jyada chubh to nahi. Hmmm, a woman,me."Okay, I guess." Trust me! Stick close to me and you'll be fine."We walked up the front steps, I was still a littlewobbly, it reminded me of my first time at wearinghigh heels years ago, and I giggled. Once we got inside, Kelly talked to the hostess and we followed herto a table, where two people, our friends Nicole andJoe, were already seated. I froze for the second timethat night. Apparently Kelly called them while shewas getting ready and told them to meet us there fora big. As it turned out, I was right about the stupid bloody thing. It was harder and more expensive to fix when it did have problems. European cars always are. That was no longer his concern though. He’d let me keep the car, and the ritzy apartment, in the full knowledge that I couldn’t afford to maintain the lifestyle after we split.“Why don’t you sell it?” Erika asked. She stood up and grabbed her handbag from the counter, lighting a cigarette after she’d found the pack.“I can’t,” I said. “It’s in.