.?ME : Kaha uncle…? Muth kaafi der tak mari, but pani nahi nikla.Uncle – Aree, to phir tune kya muth mari..!! Paani kyun nahi nikla..?Me : Pata na...i, mene kitni der tak hilaya. Shayad 10 minutes tak but paani nahi nikla.Uncle – Mene jaise kaha tha aise hi kiya tha na…?Me : Yes, uncle.Uncle : Phirse koshish karna kal, first time hena isiliye aur darna mat lund ko hilana jor jor se aur jo bhi ho hone dena…!Me : thik he uncle.Uncle : Chal yaha dekh agli baar muth maar tab me jo dikhane wala hu. Her hands smoothed out the jean skirt that she had on with it. Carly had been talking with Trevor every weekday, for the past two months. He owned a magazine stand that was on her way to work, so as she stopped there to pick up magazines she naturally started to make friendly with the cute guy running the place. When she broke up with her ex a month ago, she started flirting heavily to show that she was interested. When nothing Carly had done prompted Trevor to ask her out she decided that. Really we don't. Anyways we always go behind the Art Block to skive because it's nice, shady, TEACHER FREE, and there's a big log to sit on. Well we were there and I lit another cigarette (while Shari was telling me how sexy I am when I blow smoke out the corner of my mouth. Seriously, I'm not even a lesbian and my best friend comes onto me on a regular basis. How screwed up is my life?), I sort of dropped the lighter, it smashed, the lighter fluid comes pouring out onto the log, and I go and. Saturday's market wasn't as much fun since I didn't have my sidekick hanging around with me almost everywhere I went. It's funny how close Ben and I had become in the little over a year that I had known him.Mom and the girls were busy bartering for and with material, thread, staples, and canned fruits and vegetables. This was like having a garage sale, but with items that were needed by both buyers and sellers. I spent some time negotiating for several bushels of cracked corn and some mixed cow.