.." I grabbed one of her hands and tangled her fingers with mine "you're uhm" talking became more and more of a challenge "you have beautiful hands" I...pulled her hands closer to my lips "and you have a birth mark...right here on your thumb" when I get drunk I do things I wouldn't do when sober, butI'm very much aware I'm doing such crazy antics. The thing is I just can't stop myself. And well that's what's going on. I ran my hand up her arm, while my other was still entangled with hers. I took. Mai uski shadi par na ja saka kyoki mere toh exam chal rahe the1 din mai mama g k ghar gaya sab log mandir gaye huye theghar mei sirf mai or meri Bhabi renuka the lekin mujhe nahi pta tha k ghar mei koi nahi tha toh mai hamesha ti tarah bina bell bajaye andar chala gaya and mama g ko awaz diLekin andar se koi reply na ayi roh maine 3-4 baar aur pukara fir bhabi n eawaz di toh maine apne barey mei btaya tab bhabi ko pta chal gay k maiUnka relative hi hu us waqqt taq meri bhabi par buri nazar. He also had a big, booming voice. The kind of voice that could easily cut through the din of a crowded bar. He had a nice smile that made me feel at ease as he invited me in. It was fairly small place, nothing special. He laid down the basic rules of living there, i.e., no loud partying, no heavy d**gs, etc., etc. I told him about my working hours and that I was a quiet laid-back kind of guy anyway. He said that I would probably fit right in so I paid the deposit and moved in that day. . But today I was obssessed with the idea of keeping a lock of the Asian boy's hair. I bent over to tie my shoe and quickly tucked the thickest length of hair I could find into the cuff of my pants and then beckoned the next prisoner forward. My heart raced wildly inside my fragile chest. Later that night I discreetly removed it and held it to my cheek. It was hard to get any privacy since a single bunk might need to accomdate three prisoners at a time but I turned over onto my side and stroked.