The chemistry certainly seemedto be there, if I'm any judge – which of course I'm not, I'm bloody hopelessat understanding women and the subtleties ...f communication, but fortunatelyfor me, it was there anyway. By mutual agreement I bought another round and we moved to a booth wherewe could talk with a little more privacy. After a few harmless pleasantriesI chanced my arm further and raised again my favourite topic – the chastisementof the female figure, with emphasis on the bottom. "It sounds. Boards ko 1 mahina baki tha aur hum tyari bhi bhot mehnat se krte the. Hum sare 10std wale actual me relation me the. Matlab hum sabhi ke girl friends the aur woh sari wahi tuition me aati thi.Hamare sir ki abhi 8 mahine pehle hi shaadi hui thi(sir ki wife bhot gori h aur unka fig bhot accha h unki boobs bade bade h ki unko dekh khade khade kisi ka b khada ho jaiga). Woh hame guide krke upar wale room me jakr so jate the aur hum raat bhar unke ghar padhai bhi krte the aur masti bhi. Ekk raat ko. So I was left with getting around the city and having to navigate the catacombs.--Two nights later a was making my way through the ruins on the other side of the city. After all the effort it took to get around the city I was hoping I was right about this place. Still I wasn't certain if my theory was correct about these ruins. Still based on the stories I'd heard most of my life I may be able to access the catacombs from them.--The stories all told of the ruins held the entrance to a monster's. Even across in the Engineering and Building annex. Hearing a lot of the cool guys are asking about you. Guys who carry some weight in this place."She sat forward. "Basic stuff. What's your name? Where do you come from?" She looked around. "Asking if you have a boyfriend." She paused for a second. "Wait, hang on, DO you have a boyfriend?" She had never thought to ask her friend before.I dumped my bag on the table in front of me and fiddled with the zippers. I stuck out my chin stubbornly. "No,".