Par dard yahi par hain devarji. woh meri chut ko maxy par se zor zor se ragade laga Umm ohh tumhaari ungliyaan jaise jaadu kar rahi hain meri chut par... Tumhe accha nahi lag raha Sachin? Accha lag raha hain bhabhi…ab maine light on kar di.Woh mere kareeb aaya aur mere honton ko chumne laga. Maine bhi zor zor se apne honton ko ragada uske honton par ummmmmmm muuuuuuuuuuuuahhhhhhhhh. Usne mere lower lip ko chusna shuru kiya. Saala aise chus raha tha jaise ekdum experienced khiladi ho. Usne daton. She’d grown up hearing stories of the rakshasa - the evil gods of Hindu mythology that she definitely didn’t believe in as a modern, rational Indian woman. As she did, the cue card in front of her changed and she followed along, “So Tom, you’re here to make a big announcement about Too Much Love, the novel I’ve just discovered I’ve been living in?”Tom faced out into the audience. On the monitor, his eyes had caught the camera so that it looked like he was talking directly to each person. Then faster. 6. Abby sat back on her new couch, enjoying a quiet night at home – just her, a glass of wine, and Alex Trebek. ‘What is Myanmar?’ she said to the TV. Her phone rang. She checked the caller ID and took a sip of wine. ‘Hi, Mom,’ she answered. ‘If you thought I’d be out, why did you call?’ She got off the couch and strolled around her apartment. She slid across the floor in her socks. The whole place smelled like wood and the spectre of plastic bags. ‘What is ‘Homicide?” she said.. “The fucking creep had his eyes on me too.”“Just groped?” Karissa asked.“Yes, but...” the redhead muttered.“I understand,” Karissa smiled sadly.“Definitely time to go,” the blonde said. “I knew where my mom stashed her dough, even though she didn’t know I knew.”“And she won’t be looking for you?”“Shit.”“How about we get off in the next city and go from there,” Karissa suggested.“Go how?” the redhead asked.“Hitchhike?”“That’s not safe,” the redhead pointed out.“Safety in numbers,” Karissa.