..Well, he put it best.Symbols are inefficient at transmitting information.This single sentence had juxtaposed a thousand different images of his kind... split telepathically from each other in the great divide, their once collective consciousness spread out across the hundreds of different reproducing entities, some lost, lonely, confused, and hurt.And some, so very, very angry.Tattoo showed me scenes, garbled from their frayed connection to each other. Ideas of what was waiting out in the. I watched her grow from c***d into a stunningly hot teen. I had dropped her off earlier in the morning and I told her that I wanted to talk to her after her first class…In the last year she really blossomed, and I began to think of her differently. Started when I was watching her get ready for school one day, and she was now wearing thongs under her uniform, and multiple times went with no bra… I know it’s wrong, but I began to fantasize about fucking her. Many a morning I would watch her get. Aur 2 min vahi khade raho..” ajib ladki hai yaar.. Thand ho rhi hai.. Aur tu marwaane pe tuli hui hai.. But dono behenein maanne waali kaha thi.. Niche jeans pehn rakhi thi.. But fir bhi.. Thand to bahot lag rhi thi.. Andar sando daali hui thi.. Bas wo pehen k.. Balcony me gya.. Aur thand me bura haal ho gya.. Mai andar aake supriya ki side se.. Baith gya thand me kaanpte hue… Supriya se chipak gya.. Maine kaha.. Bachaa lo… Mujhe is pagal ladki se.. ” aur ek taang rakh li unke pairo k upar... ‘I like it.’ He grinned at her. ‘Do you want to take off your shirt then?’ ‘Is that a challenge?’ she asked, teasing him back. ‘You know what to say when you’re game,’ he reminded. Slowly she lifted his hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it. ‘Yes,’ she murmured before pulling away. ‘Yes,’ she repeated. ‘I want this with you, Ben.’ She lifted her shirt up and over her head, setting it aside on the couch. Ben’s eyes automatically wandered down her torso, taking in the swells of her bra-clad.