But that doesn't mean we can't try toget along better. Even if just for our sake." Well, it'll probably be easier when you move out," she said. "I mea..., wewon't be up in each other's business all day, so maybe that'll help,right?" I guess," I said. "But it's also possible that we just end up driftingfurther apart and never talking to each other at all. And I don't wantthat to happen." Neither do I," she said. "Sure, I give you shit all the time ... likeALL the time ... but you're still my. Jiase hi bas chali aur conductor ne tictkets ki formalities puri kar maine mera blankit nikal kar apne upar dala kuch aise ki us larki ke upar bhi aa jaye .mere man main bilkul bhi viswas nahi tha ki vo larki itni mast reply kare gi . Blamhit upar jate hi vo larki jis ka naam RENU tha mere aur pass hui aur boli ” Thanks uncle ji .” Me ” beti is main thanks ki kya baat hai sardi hai is ko achhe se apne upar kar lo bach jao gi ” kah kar maine kambal thik karne ke bahane us ke boob par nath laga. I found her in the lounge doing some ironing. She had her back to me and was facing the window looking into the road outside.She was wearing a dressing gownwhich was tied at the waist in a loose bow. Where she was standing left very little room between her, the ironing board and a large armchair meaning I had to squeeze by her to get into the room. As i pushed by I jokingly tickled her waist and said ' Come on you old tart, I havent got the whole day'I knew that she was extremely ticklish and. Goldie giggled as she finally made the connection with the porridge and her subsequent wrecking of the bears' cottage as a young girl."I was drunk!" she exclaimed out loud.The idea struck her as hilarious. Of course, she was a big girl now. She could certainly handle her porridge. And damn it was good!"It's juuuusss right!" she mumbled to herself, then stuffed her mouth with another spoonful of the potent mush."I really oughta go," she told herself, noticing the bowl was half empty. "Don' wanna.