And it perfectly synchronised with her beauty. We caught a train to Churchgate that day and as a courtesy I brought her a teddy that day and a cadbury... To my luck she also bought a cadbury. I asked her to eat mine and she asked her to eat hers. then we complimented each others’ cadbury. How silly of us :)Thereafter we had an icecream for each of us – a tender coconut for her and a mango icecream for me in an icecream parlor. The parlor was a bit crowded all the college going crowd was sitting. "The tone of Ellen's voice panicked Josie. "Ellen, you scare me! What happened? Where is he?" He's in an army hospital in Basra, Iraq. He was wounded in an ambush, a roadside bombing apparently. He'll make it, but he may lose his left leg!"Ellen's voice was unsteady and Josie felt her own panic level rise."What do you mean, lose his leg?" she squeaked, unable to maintain her countenance."His left knee was hit by a bullet, and the damage is considerable. He and his men avoided the bomb blast but. This is a story about a very interesting lady, a woman who candidly told me how she went from having no sexual desires whatsoever, to blossoming into a sensual, open-minded, even sometimes kinky woman who explored her desires with the help of another individual who helped her discover who she truly was, and not what she’d become because of a horrible accident. For obvious reasons I have changed the actual names of the people and places in this story to protect their identities. Most of what. .. that still doesn't change the fact that I need servicing... and since my time period doesn't recognize that exclusivity bullshit, I'm going to have you and that sweet looking gal hiding in the backseat of that antique vehicle provide me the servicing." Fuck you we are!" she screamed, looking to Bart for support."Look Mister... Why don't you hop back into that flying saucer of yours and get the hell out of here before I'm forced to hurt you," Bart responded, clinching his fist."We came here.