Sorry. Let me give you the low bandwidth version of the rest of the story:I fire a foos shot that ricochets off the goalie and into a stack of test tu...es. Faster than you can say Teflon and Post-It Notes, we check out the resulting goop. The stuff's a bitch to mold -- we can only do some thin flat sheets -- but it cures hard and clear. Our tests show it'll turn to an ecologically inert powder, but not as fast as we wanted.We patent the goop anyway, just to have something to show the angels.. Didn't want to trip up inmy stilettos. A friendly barmaid took my order and complimented me on mydress...a neon yellow mini with low back. I began to relax and startedsipping my drink and trying to discretely look round. There was a group ofguys in one corner who seemed to be watching me and laughing. Next minutethey were all around me, hands everywhere, asking if I had a boyfriend orwas looking for company. I knew what they meant and was desperate to getout of there. Just then a tall. Jo bhi chodega bohut maza aayega. Manisha tum apne papa ko chut dogi tab pata chalega ki papa ke sath kitna maza aata hai.Main – Nahi papa bohut achhe hai woh mujhe is nazar se nahi dekhte.Uncle ne Nisha ki gaand par thappad mara aur fir lund chut par rakh kar jor se shot mara. Nisha chikh padi.Nisha – Oh, papa aaj to ghode ban gaye ho. Itni jor se chod rahe ho ek hi baar mein kyun ghused diya. Manisha ko dekh dekh kar kuch jyada hi tight ho gaya hai papa aapka.Uncle – Manisha to maal hai. Dekh. . ?” We move around infront of her to see her face – broad smile. “He’s a biiiig boy, isn’t he?” She giggles – and we turn to look down into the pen – seeing that big fat pink monster we call Winston, rolling around on his back in the mud, hay and shit on the floor, and being smeared all over his pig, bristly back and side. His big fat belly exposed – ugly. His head swinging around – ugly. Making a loud snorting noise – ugly.Back to Simone, looking down at him, smiling – biting her bottom lip.