But this does not mean I have slept with a lot of girls or anyone, I have just slept with my girlfriend and the one with whom I met on a bus and that�...�s the story for the day. So talking about me, I am 23 years old with a 7 inch hard.So coming into the story, the bus ride which changed my noon for a hot noon. After a long time I was traveling in a best and I was cursing because of the rush which was there and as Mumbaikars know the ladies normally stand ahead in the bus and because of the rush I. "Sam," I began, regret in my voice. "I don't want to disappoint you, but... "No buts, Max. Jackie already said yes and I'm bringing a date. You'll get to see Jackie in a swimsuit. You gonna turn that down?" he demanded.Ooops, I did a turnaround. Didn't even have to give that any thought. "Okay, Sam. Do I pick Jackie up?" I asked."Yeah, pick her up at noon. She's expecting you. I'll meet you there, you know where it is. I'm leaving now to pick up Bonnie. See you soon."I sat there, speechless, a. I love you, Pumpkin." I love you too, Daddy," Heather answered pulling him down for a warm kiss.Harold left her to her task, and hustled back to the kitchen. It was such a pain to bring all the elements of a dinner together. He was taking the drippings and make a gravy, waiting for his girls to come out.Heather was putting away the clothes, and three separate times she walked toward the TV to pull out the DVD and forget everything. Three times. But in the end, she couldn't. She'd put too much. One day, a year or so after we got married, she spent the day at the spa. She got the works: massage, manicure, pedicure, hair fixed up, and whatever other secret things women do at these places that men don't really understand. She walked in the door, pleased with herself—and rightfully so. She had a smile on her face; she looked good and she knew it. I walked around her, doing my own admiring."I like, babe! You look great!" I paused; there was one little thing. So in my direct way I added,.