Ye sun kar Prakash uncle ko acha bhi laga ki naa to mujhe jaidad ka laalach tha, aur naa hi 2 aurton ka. Tabhi pita ji ne kaha-Pita ji: Maan jaa beta,...Prakash uncle bhi budhapa sahi se kaat lenge, aur mera dost mere paas rahega to mera budhapa bhi ache se guzar jayega. Zindagi ke kuch saal hi to hai ab hamare.Prakash uncle: Beta, bhale hi tu patni ek ko bana lena. Lekin doosri ko chaahe to sirf naam maatra ki patni hi banaye rakhna. Lekin kam se kam mahfooz to rahengi dono meri aankhon ke. (Ever seen someone that you wanted to meet so badly you couldn't come up with a way of doing it?)She has real class, I thought to myself. How can I meet her without giving the impression I'm coming on to her?By now, she is moving into the bookstore isle I'm in—the Reference Section. She stops... pulls a book off the shelf. I see it's entitled, "How to plot your story." Laughing to myself I thought, Plotting—how appropriate."Excuse me, could I ask, are you a Writer?" No... ," she replied,. And right now, it's my turn." He stood up and moved his hands to his own belt and unbuckled it. Her eyes were riveted on his crotch. Her mouth opened slightly. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and lowered them. He wore plain briefs and lowered them as well, releasing his very, very erect cock. It wavered there in the air for a moment, straight, and pointing right at her. "You want this, don't you?" "Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." She tried to move, futilely. "Please." "Rules are rules, Lucy. I. Only this time I wasn't tied up so I pulled my head back just in time to get a face full of sticky white goo. I did all I could and was able to keep from retching all over the floor. I looked up to see who my unwanted benefactor was. It was a man I had never seen before and he seemed to be as startled as I was. Only not in the same way, I'm sure. "Where am I?" He asked me with a feminine quality to his tone of voice. "I don't..." I cleared my throat and tried again. "I don't... know." I.