With her sunglasses on she looked like a red headed Marilyn Monroe. Every dick there was hard including mine. She walked up to the bar as if she owned...the place and ordered a gin and tonic, and instantly had four bartending neighbors fixing her a drink. I have to tell you I was beaming with pride while most of the women there were suddenly not as friendly as before. So we are sitting at one of the half dozen of tables eating our lunch. Bonnie and I, Jake and Sharon, two male neighbors minus. “My son has the right to counsel and is under eighteen,” insisted Mum.I had made the right choice and the cop conceded, but the look on his face told me he wouldn’t forget it in a hurry.“Upstairs, in your bedroom,” said Mum grimly. Although she was in momma-bear mode, she obviously feared the worst. “We won’t be overheard there.”I led the way to my room, locking the door behind us in case Terri was around. I indicated for Mum to take the chair, while I sat on the edge of my bed.“I need you to. I really couldn't mingle; these guys were not my crowd and I was feeling jealous and frustrated. After some time, I saw Jenny and the stranger walk to the door and outside. He had his hand on her arm and was guiding her across the front lawn, towards the driveway, to what may have been his vehicle, a red sports car parked in a dark remote corner of the driveway. They went around the other side of the car, between the car and the thick hedge fence. He leaned back on the car and she stood in. Ab merd kitna hi merd kiyoon na ho jor jor key key dhakey laganey key karan jhadrney per aa jata hey. Wohi merey sath howa aour mien jhadrney ko aya to mien ney land Ramdulari ki choot mien sey nikal liya aour uski choot key ouper ki teraf sara maal naikal diya. Ram dulari is sufaid sufaid mal ko dekh ker buhat hiran howi aour boli ,Jeeja jee ! yeh kiya hey?”Ari pagli yehi tu hey jis sey sari dunya ka silsila chal raha hey ”Acha jee! han Ramdulari ager iska kuch bhi hisa ager mien tumhari choot.