Mu: hau chala Ta pare ame dui jana talaku asigalu. Tanka room ku galu. Se bhitaru kabata dei dei zero light lagei dele. Zero light red thila red light...sangaku red colour sidhi jemuti se gotie sex bomb bhalia laguthila. Runu nani: To hostel re jete sex magazine padhichu tara aji practical exam heba.Mu: hau mo katha maniba.Runu nani: aji ratire mu tora, tu jemiti kahibu seya karibe. Eya kahi se mo hataku nei tanka biare madi dhrile. Mu aau sambhali parili nahi. Tanku kundhei dhaili. Tankara dudha. It was left to me to spend several hours each Sunday evening surrounded by good-looking young women in various states of dress ranging from the ultra-casual to swanky dressed date night. The young women had ceased being modest around me or even vague attempts at it. If they felt like belching, they would belch and then giggle. A couple of them really liked to pass gas in both the silent but deadly mode and the loud and proud mode. The more I got to know them, the more I came to understand that. So we have remained friends this whole time, getting to know a bit more about each others likes and dislikes, and finding we have quite a few things in common. Our taste in music, dance and food, for instance blend together so completely, but I have stayed reluctantly on the sidelines for fear of being shot down in flames. Maybe I’m the one who has a problem with this age difference thing and not the younger generation, huh? Anyway, I have basically admired her from afar, still making her smile. I was so groggy I had norecollection of where I was or even why I was there. My first feeling ofconsciousness was simply a tremendous thirst. I lied there for sometime, thinking of water and how I might muster the energy to get it. Thirst was the my only primal feeling. I felt detached from myself, frommy body. I felt spent from the exhaustive changes I'd experiencedalthough I had no rational thoughts as to why I felt all this. It was only as I was finishing that first liter of water that.