Actually, Waldo Emerson, but I usually go by just Emerson. Waldo sounds so terribly geeky, and, uh..." Hold on there, Emerson." She was looking him st...aight in the eye and the intoxicating scent of her perfume was making him lightheaded. "Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?"Damn it! There he was, doing it again. Stammering and falling all over his feet in the presence of a woman he felt something for. Wasn't there anything he could do right? He had been trapped in this never-ending. Well, both Grandma and the Wolf were pretty stubborn, so there was somefriendly and a touch not so friendly arguing over that bit. At one point,the Wolf said he couldn't climb under the covers because his clothes wereway too dusty from traveling all the way to Grandma's with the tea, and hehadn't brought any pajamas to change into. Without missing a beat, Grandma simply said he could borrow one of hernightgowns. There was a bit more argument after this, but eventually thehouse was getting. Or tu suna tera kaisa chal raha hai kam or teri girlfriend shama (dosto shama meri cosine sister hai lekin ab wo meri jaan hai or mere lund ki ghulam me use 5 salo se chod raha hu or aj tak chod raha hu shama ki kahani nex time bataonga or babli ko hamara relation pata tha).Me: kam to theek chal raha hai or shama bhi khush hai mahine me ek bar milte hai Babli: abhi bhi tumlogo ka chal raha hai Me: haan. aj wo shadi me aye nai hai wo apne sasural me buzy hai kisi ki tabiyat kharab hai na lekin. A few minutes later we were sitting in the kitchen. He was sipping on bottled water, and wiping the tears from his eyes. He looked so vulnerable. He looked like he wanted to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry himself to sleep. I hated seeing him this way, so I got up from the chair I was sitting in, walked over to him, bent down and gave him a comforting hug as I said, “Everything will be okay.”“No it won’t,” he said as he pushed me away.After returning to my seat I asked, “What.