“If we can at least attempt to salvage a few moments of musical discourse, can you explain why you added those 1960s’ vocalizations to your song? ...h, by the way, Lynette, I thought you did a great job with the lyrics.”“Thank you, Sir,” Lynette replied as she gave me a not so subtle hip-bump before she sat back down on the piano bench.“Well, Sir,” I began and took a breath to buy a moment to organize my thoughts. “If Lynette’s the Uptown Girl in the song, I can easily picture her as a ‘Sandy’. ” “You might be the dumbest man I’ve ever met. But it’s ok, because I love your cock. Look, you’re right, I don’t love you. You’re a great man, maybe even the perfect guy for me, but I just don’t love you. Now Joc, she does. If you stopped being with her, it would break her heart. I love her, and I know she loves me, just as much as she loves you.” “But the two of you are never together anymore.” “That doesn’t change anything. For me, you provide a service. You get me off, really fucking well.. The man in front of me saw me and started walking fast as if i am going to kick his balls.Near the token gate he saw me again this time i gave him a smile he replied with a smile and we both got separated .As i came out of the station my phone had a message and it was a miss call alert and when i saw it was my friend sourav.I called him he said me to go to the wine shop and bring some wine while returning.The shop was near metro so i agreed.there was a huge line in the shop i got into it…It. He would date, but the girls never took him serious and would not keep going out with him.He was the one we joked about "being a virgin" at 17. Tall guy...stood 6'3", skinny build and long skinny arms. Not a muscle on him! (good swimmer tho!!) Brown hair, brown eyes, buzzed head....what I call...just an average guy.Ryan and I had gone to Cancun for Spring break with our mutual friend, Scott. If you had read the previous story, about going to Cancun for spring break, you will know where.