. ghar pe koi bahana bana dena ki tu weekeknd pe bahar ja raha hai.. tujhe is weekend pe apne sath rakhunga meri jaan! Khoob maje karenge.Me:theek hai...ankit jaisa tum bolo main thode kapde pack kar leta hu. 10 min me wha pahucta hu!Ankit: Jyada kapde ki jarurat kaha hai meri jaan. tu gand marwane aa raha hai. Ek kaam kar.. tu jo kapde pack kar raha hai.. usme apni behan ke kapre karna khud ke nai!Me:Ankit. Main uske kapre kaha se lau.. usse pata chal gaya ki maine uske kapre liye hai to wo kya. . well, I suppose so.”She reached out to cover his hand with hers and closed her eyes. For a moment, he just enjoyed the touch, but then became aware of some odd sensations in his body. He’d had a nagging ache in his back, product of too many hours spent in front of a computer screen, or over books. There was tugging sensation, some discomfort, a stab ... and the ache was gone. Images filled his mind, Rebecca and Naomi walking together across the University campus, or listening intently to a. The last time I heard her voice before this, she was confirming plans to get fucked by a twenty-something-year-old big dicked stud. I was thrown off. "I'm okay," I replied, but it was barely a yell. I tossed my duffle bag in my bedroom and walked down the hallway to the living room. My Mom was up off the couch walking towards me, and she noticed a look of discontent on my face. "What's wrong bud?" She asked me as she reached me. She stood on her tip-toes to kiss me on the cheek. I had to snap. I looked at Coach Bradley and saw that he was walking towards Troy. I knew this wasn’t going to end well for Troy. All of us could hear him yelling at Troy clear as day. “God Dammit Son. Didn’t I tell you to keep you’re eyes open?” I walked closer so I could hear what Troy would say. Unfortunately I didn’t. “I asked you if I didn’t tell you to keep you’re fucking eyes open, didn’t I?” I heard Troy speak this time, “Yes Coach.” “Then why the fuck did you throw the fucking ball to Strusson when.