Ek din ghar per raat ke time m computer per work ker raha tha. To mujhe kuch aawaj sunai di. Ye aawaj kisi cheez ke gir ker tutne kit hi. To m bahar g...ya to dekha ek gamla tuta tha. To pass mein mne ek billa dekhi to mne socha jarur ye isi ne kia hoga.Ye soch ker m ander aa gaya.Usi waqt mere room ke door ko kissi ni knock kia.Pehle to m ghabra gaya and then kissi tarah door per gaya and door open kia.Wahan ek aadmi tha. Lamba choda, hatta katta, abs bhi feel kie jaa sakte the. Usne kaale. “Mary’s just mad because no one wants to hook up with her. She’s fat and has inverted nipples so she can’t get any. Skoal’s available out there. Why don’t she get with him?” “She’s not fat!” “Well, that muffin top sure doesn’t add to her hour-glass figure any.” Brandy began drying off her moist body with the towel and I feared that my spermatozoa would be trapped inside my nuts for another long duration. To circumvent this issue, I stepped out of the shower, soaking wet, and approached. We walked out the shop with me wearing these flash new clothes which felt weird and her wearing my old grungy stuff and she gave me the shop bag with the designer jeans she had been wearing in and said could I drop them in at Mandy’s and I said why? and she said ’cause she was going home to see her Dad and she wasn’t wearing anything else ’till he’d welcomed me into her place. I did go to Mandy’s after work. Mandy looked strained and upset and I went to hug her but she wouldn’t let me and. Excitedly I walked up to them, and recognized my two old friends. Happily I greeted Salwa and Rabia, and introduced them to my boo, Steve. They looked him up and down and I swear, disapproval rolled off them in waves. For they could tell that Steve wasn’t Somali. The dude had Haitian written all over him. Clad in a red silk shirt, burgundy tie, dark blue silk pants and Timberland boots, Steve had just come back from an interview with a call center. My man was looking real good to me, but.