E collage mai parta hun mera dost roj vi mere sath he parta hai hum bachpan ke dost hai iske karan humra ik dusre ki ghar mai jana our sath mai he par...e parte soo normal baat hai ik din mai our raj oske ghar par parte parte soo gye meri raat 1 waje akh khulli to muje laga koi gate ke pass hai mai uth ke dekhne laga bahar koi nahi tha par raj ki sister nisha ke room ka gate open tha sorry mai bhul gya nisha ki age 20 years hai finger 30- 28-30 hai rang ek dam dudh jaisa gand ek dam mast ki. "Carefully Barnaby put down his things, taking the matchbox and wandering back to the house. He loved the Smith house, even if it was rotting to pieces, it was a tangible connection to Jack, his only friend. With tears welling in his eyes, he lit a match, dropping it quickly onto the threadbare rug. The dry hall was like a tinderbox, and the floor came alight with a whoosh. Too quick to even grab the extra possessions he'd dropped, he had to scrabble backwards to the door, coughing and. While pushing him back, Michael scornfully told him, "Fine!"Laughing, he reproached him. "I see you fixed your problem you had yesterday." he said.Michael was getting furious. While looking at Arnie, he replayed the sequence he saw that morning on the videotape.Next, he stepped towards him, and grabbed his arm with his hand, directing him to the breakroom at the end of the office.As the two entered, Michael forced Arnie down into a chair."Listen you faggot fuck," he whispered to him. "I know. "Ha" you bellow as you step out of the shower and begin to towel off."What?" comes a yell from downstairs. "Nothing" you call back."You'd better hurry !! she hollers, "We have to leave soon." Fuck you." You say under your breath.The drive to the park is filled with you staring blankly out the window while she yammers non-stop about who-knows-what as you aren’t even listening. It would be funny that she didn’t even notice you didn’t utter a single word the entire hour long drive if it wasn’t so.