He poured some hot water and plucked a leave from the bush sitting in a flowerpot on the counter. With his back to the door, Jorie meant to ignore any...ne who walked in the door.The screen door slammed and Jorie hunched over his tea, breathing the tangy fumes deep into his lungs. Tempting as it was, he refused to look up. But the person walked over and sat down directly across from him."Still mad at me?" Kita asked."I'm not a happy camper," Jorie said, hoping to avoid answering the question. Fir mene muth marne ki thaan li kyu k yu toh shant nahi hone wala tha lund toh.Fir mene uski bra ko apne lund pe lapeta or shuru ho gaya. Thodi der mera pani nikal gaya. Me sb wash kiya, bra ko as it is apni jagah pe rakha or nhaya. Nhane k baad me ready ho rhaa tha toh piche se devika aYi or us ke bag ko set krne lagi toh boli mujh se k aap ne mera bag cheda tha kya mene boli nahi toh tumne aisa kyu laga, usne jawab diya k meri kaafi cheezi us jagah nahi hai ho jaha honi chahiye.Me halka sa. We agreed and after breakfast Amanda and I went up to our room to discuss the situation. Amanda was not really that interested in boys but I was, and I asked if she could introduce me to some nice boys at the picnic. She said there was only one boy worth talking about, a tall, handsome blond about the same age as me. I asked if she had been out with him. She said only once but would not go into any details about what happened, however she agreed to introduce him to me.Naturally we could not. Sylvia terribly upset by something, her brown eyes wide, her full lips quivering."My God, Sylvia!" she exclaimed. "What's wrong?" I...I..." Sylvia stammered. "You better sit down, Helen."Her best friend indicated the couch. Helen obliged her."Here. I made you a drink," said Sylvia, indicating two tumblers of rum and coke on the coffee table."I'd better not, Sylvia," Helen told her. "Kyle is home from college and he's got a bunch of friends coming over. I don't want him smelling booze on my.