“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to embarrass you… I’ll justgo,” I said and started to stand. “Wait!” she his...ed. I paused. “Not till he’s done. Waittill he’s done, please?”“Sure,” I said. I slowly squatted back down and resumedthe task of petting Gomer. A few minutes passed when aquestion arose in my head. “Did you ” My voicefaltered.“Did I what?”“Did you… you know, uh… do. Jason took and read this and got up, and motioned me to the chair as this conservation was getting a bit too personal for him to type the answers. He moved over beside me as I sat down and started to type."Nope, I am not regretting this yet, but some of it shocks me. I mean I have seen Doug with his cock deep in your ass and I have not been able to get in there. All you let me do is lick your asshole and maybe put my finger in it. But that's all I have done. What gives?"She looked at the screen. Koi baat nahi bhul ja tujhe jitna bhi maal chaiye le jaya kar bhai ne khus hote hue kaha matlab mujhe ab apka koi pesa nahi dena bhaijaan . Aslam ne kaha haan koi pesa nahi dena is beech uska hath pura meri jangh per ghum raha tha .Bhai ki nazar uske hath ki tarf gai to bhai ne mujhe kaha puja jao ye gilas rasoi me rakh aao or bhaijaan k liye kuch acha sa bana kar lao , bhai ki baat khtam hote hi aslam ne kaha gilaas to tu bhi rakh kar aa sakta hai na or mere liye kuch nahi banana abhi bhuk. He treats himself to a dish of olives and can of Coke and sits quietly watching the world go by. The gallery is called "Mykonoids". It seems like she's moved into multi-media stuff; there's a video screen pushed up against the window rolling what, even from where Freddie is sitting, looks like a series of flash gun explosions. A complicated metal mobile made of what looks like rusty car parts swings erratically. Alicia appears at the door of the gallery with a client. She's wearing a short.