Hope you enjoy it and Part 2 coming...))))) Back in the early 70s my Mum moved us to America. I was 17 and entering my senior year in the local high s...hool. My 'accent' made me stand out from the crowd of fellow students. That and my lean, athletic build from years of playing football -Soccer to you barbarian Yanks- made getting dates pretty easy.One love lass, Rose Ann, never accepted my invitations to go out but she always seemed to have a steady supply of beaus lined up eager to go out with. “Are you real?” I asked and a rattling, buzzing sound, like a saw, sounded off in the distance.She frowned, looked at the floor and glumly told me, “When you die, you don’t really die, most of the time, until later. The spirits here, ones who died in jail, or were shot in the chest, they said they were still alive, their brains were alive, and they saw everything, but couldn’t speak or react. They didn’t really die until they were put into the crematorium. They felt a lot more pain being. "Anything. Anything I want to do."Then she put her hand on my crotch, feeling it through the beach towel and said. "You're sure now. Anything. You're up for anything I want to do."With gleeful anticipation, I said. "Yeah. Anything. Anything you want to do."She then took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Then she walked over to her bedroom blinds and shut them tight.She walked over to me and gazed into my eyes. We started to kiss, and then I could feel her pulling down on the beach blanket that. ” Phir phone rakhte hue boli ki who aa raha hai. 5 minute mein pahunch jayega. Saira ke kamre mein ek chhota sa kapde change karne ki jagah bani hui thi. Uske aage parda pada rehta tha. Usne mujhe us parde ke peechhe kar diya aur boli ki main bina aawaz kare wahan reh kar dekhoon. Thodi der mein door bell baji. Main saans rok kar khadi ho gayi. Saira ne darwaaza khola aur Majid ko lekar apne kamre mein aa gayi. Majid ne kamre mein ghuste hi Saira ki kameej ke neeche se haath dal kar uski dono.