Aside from the life-changing and heart-crushing power of it, though, I want the small things that go along with giving your soul to another person. I ...ant to go to sleep with somebody beside me who won’t be gone in the morning. I want to share cigarettes and coffee, watch old movies and hold hands in parks. I want somebody to touch my cheek and tell me they love me, and mean it with everything that they are. I want hugs that last for hours until we both fall asleep. I want kisses that make me. Haan to doston main achanak didi ki saas ke kamre me dhadaak se darwaaza khol kar ghuss gaya aur mujhe is taraah aaya dekh kar saasu ma ke hosh hi ud gaye par mama ji adiyal kism ke lag rahe the jahaan saasu maa ne apne nange badan ko chadar me chupa liya tha wahin mama ji poori taraah se waise hi nange baithe rahe saasu ma jijhakte hue boli arre raj beta tu yahaan is waqt…? Tujhe to araam karna caahiye tha na..? Main bola araam hi karne ki kosis kar raha tha aunty par aap log sone de tab. Gwen tickled his stomach, his armpits; she pulled offhis muddy shoes to tickle his feet…and that wassuddenly too much. Art grabbed her wrists and pushedher backwards across the wide bed. He fell forwardagainst her, pinning her body beneath his own, usinghis weight to full advantage against the suddenlyscratching, wriggling mass beneath him.Gwen slid her wrists up, still firmly grasped in his,until she had her fingers around his throat. Her kneespressed his arms against his body, so he. “Good, but its fifteen now, still ok?”“I told you last night, I can handle twenty,” I said, wondering if I really could handle even ten. It was a fantasy. A fantasy I was anxious to experience.I walked to the bar. The young barmaid from yesterday was again serving, the one who had watched me being fucked, spit roasted. “Hi sweetie, what can I get you? She asked.“Same as always, soda and lime,” I said. I watched as she made the drink, plenty of ice I noticed. She was as yesterday, topless, but.