"Toneijrdglhguvndgeruhg iunbtruinbrtnbiotrnstrio."I looked at the phone. I wondered if I needed one of the scrambler gadgets that spies fixed on their...phones. I was pretty sure the first syllable-and-a-half was my name, but after that..."Once more in English," I suggested."Tony, it's me, Ijsdgekrglrgvnrelavubsrlanbvbvn."Progress. It's me. "Hailey?" Hey! I, like, said it was me!" Now try the rest, separating everything into individual words." Pickledick." Now that I heard." Where have you been?. College ki chutiyan chall rahi thi mai mummy ke saath ghar me rahne laga tha ,ab mai saara din underwear me rahne laga ,jise kai baar mummy ghoor ghoor ke dekha karti thi,dopar me sote wakt mai underwear me aur t-shirt me rahta tha,sote wakt kai baar mera lauda khada ho jata tha jise mai chupa nahi pata tha,mummy bhi mere khade laude ko underwear me dekh chuki hai,kai baar mere pass aakar baith jati hai aur pyaar se meri pith ko sahlati hai ,pet par hath pherti hai,aur kisi na kisi tarah mere. And no, I will not PM / chat / shag you, so don’t ask. And now for the story. Quite literally a week after my 18th birthday (Saturday is a great day to have a birthday, I must say) one of my best friends, who had unfortunately been out of town the weekend of my birthday, decided to make up for missing my party. She had sourced out a house party going on that evening and she insisted on bringing me to. She promised there would be: no parents, free alcohol, hot university guys, and a lot of. While staying in the room for the entire day was appealing, I knew we should get out for a while."According to the news, the streets are closed, but the 'L' is working. How about we get dressed and I show you what I've learned about Chicago. Who knows, maybe a few of the museums are open," I asked."Sure. I'm game," she jumped out of bed and started getting dressed."Don't you want to shower? You know, wash your cream off," I asked pensively.She looked between her legs. "Why? Even if it were.