To yusuf ne mujey sari gatna batai aur mene yusuf ko apne ghar le aya aurapne laptop per mene desi stories ki kuch site dhikai aur kaha iss jindagi me...saab kuch jhayaz hai jaisa tum sochte waisa nahi hota baalki ulta hota hai. Mene kaha bepositive saab kuch thik ho jayega. Me teri story ko bhi me likh kar saari duniya ko bataungaa ki meri dost ki wife jho ki ek dham sidhi sadhi thi lekin apne hi pati ke abba ke sath me bister garam karti hai. Aur mene yusuf ko ghar perchod diya aur bola apni. These would begin at 7:00 PM. They would be followed by a half hour question and answer period. The talks were recorded, and broadcast later on in the week on WETA. I had learned about the Community for Creative Non Violence at an earlier talk at the Potter’s House. At the time the CCNV was, if you can imagine such a thing, a Roman Catholic urban commune engaged in anti war activism. They lived in a brownstone mansion off Washington Circle near George Washington University. Sometimes I. She turned to Liz on one side and then Skye on the other.“Don’t draw me into your battles,” Liz said, smiling and backing away with raised hands.“I got him,” Jill said with assurance.“She don’t got me,” I corrected with a shake of my head. There was a two, a seven and a king showing on the felt.“I got you, though,” Liz winked, winking at me as she leaned forward to see what cards Jill had hidden.“True,” I agreed. “But she doesn’t.”Liz inspected the cards and then gestured Skye forward. They. Then she sits on bed. Then I bring out glasses and beer and put it in front of her. Then she said naughtily making the night special with beer hmmmm.Then I said why not. Then we drink beer sip by sip. And are looking in each other eyes. Then we drink beer and finished the beer in some time. She was feeling little drunk after drinking beer. We are sitting on the bed then. It was around 10.30 then. Then I said to her to take off her clothes and feel relaxed. She in no time removed her clothes..