Baki sub kuch main sambhal lungi bas tum mujhe chhod dalo wo poori tarah se mere se lipti hui thi mujhe kuch nahi soojh raha tha ki kya karoo fir usne...mujhe kiss karna shuru kiya abhi bhi uske hoont waise hi soft se the aur uska andaaz to mere liye purana hi tha mujhe achhi tarah se pata tha use kya pasand hai maine bhi apna man bana liya ki jab use koi problem nahi hai to mujhe kyon ho main use respond karne laga. Kiss karte karte usne mere saare kapte utar diye ab hum dono poore nange ho gaye. By strange concidence we had recently bought a USB 35mm slide reader and so could copy the slides onto our computer.That evening after a bit of search I found the old projector and it still worked. We then started to watch the films and we were both suprised by what we saw. Jean had a strict upbringing and when we first met she would go brilliant red whenever the subject of sex was raised and if anything sex related was shown on the television one of her parents would turn it off or change. She had caught a great break for her singing career while waiting for me at my office, and how did I show her my joy for her? By going off about the evilness I was starting to understand of the record label/movie studio both of us suddenly found ourselves in the good graces of. It wasn't that I wasn't happy for her, it was simply that I thought that Antamount, the studio who bought my script and wanted to sign her to a record deal, had suddenly become inherently polluted in my mind, the luster. That's all I'm gonna say, for now." Wait a minute," Max Coward said. "You just found out Bridgett's been doing some other man, here. How'd that make you feel? What's your reaction to that?"I think Ingmar would have liked it if somebody had come to his rescue right then. Maybe if somebody had told Max that it was none of his business. But nobody did. I guess we all thought it was a pretty good question. Relevant."I was... surprised," Ingmar said. "And it don't make me happy, hearing it. I reckon.