Aksha: Where is your insecure gf?Me: Don’t be mean yaar! She is asleep & tiredAksha: Tired of partying?Me: That and more (with a wide grin)Aksha: Ac...a? What more? (controlling her naughty smile)Me: Wahi which a couple should do after some late night of debauchery partyingAksha: (trying to act innocent) I still don’t get it(I had enough of teasing from her so decided to become straightforward and see this slut’s reaction)Me: Arey wahi chodna chudwana (wink)(She was taken aback for a second that. Something told her that she’d get a pretty strange look from him if she dished up a big bowl of rabbit food with a side of brown rice. She settled on making pork chops the way her mom did — with jasmin rice, Vietnamese fish sauce and a little salad with spicy pickled carrots. Paul had shown interest in her Asian heritage so maybe he’d appreciate this dish. She wasn’t sure if anything was going to happen between them but she went out and bought some new lingerie just in case. She couldn’t bring. " I call bullshit." No, it's true. My older brother is a legend at my school for dating the best looking girls. He would bring them home, and I would talk to them while he went off and did whatever. If you don't believe me, ask your uncle to tell you about the time I met Ashley Judd." Okay, my uncle isn't going to be here tonight. Give me your phone. I'm definitely calling bullshit now."I handed her my phone, and she called her uncle."Hey it's Jennie..." I couldn't hear what he was saying. "I. She scratched her foot against my leg, just barely above my white sock. I looked in her eyes, and I saw a look. I forgot about it, and tried to keep my mind off Lindsey's stare. Her blue eyes complimented her shoulder length blonde hair. Lindsey was a petite girl, though tall. She was almost 5-foot-10. She had small breasts, but she knew she did. She liked to use them to her advantage when she could. And since they were smaller, she had to go to greater lengths to flaunt them. Did I mention yet.