Yeh dailogs hain kyonki story ka asli mazaa dailogs main hi hota hai.Ajay: aur sone jaisa badan chandni raat me meri bahon me hi aur mine tumhe ghar m... akeli nangi nahate hue pakar bathroom se utha liyaAjay: tum chatpatati hoPriya: hai kya karte ho jijuPriya: didi aa jayegiPriya: choro naAjay: are wah isi nangi sali ki garam gost ko kaise chor dunPriya: hai daiya jijajiAjay: use to rrat bhar club me hi rahne doPriya: bahar kaha le ja rahe hoAjay: are aaj sali ko chandniraat me baahaar garden me. She'd blogged about it in her blog. She blogged about all sorts of things: her kids, the weather, their little homestead with it's chickens and goats, but the parts I loved were when she got all theological. She blogged about the evils of birth control, of the needs for purity and modesty, of the need to go into marriage virgin and never "defile the marriage bed" with another. It was her post where she berated the young women of today who go out in provocative clothing and get drunk and then. .. This week, my little ‘Buddy’ and I, are in Sunderland, in the north-east of England, to meet a lady who has a fresh approach to dealing with workplace sexual harassment...”She finishes her introduction as she’s walking past our camera position, forcing us to turn and follow back toward those shuttered beach-front stalls – and now, out of nowhere, this week’s guest is standing in the open doorway of the “FAMILY FUN” building. She’s not young, but looks pretty good for her age ... Despite the. ‘I’m so sorry.’ I stood up. Then I went to the kitchen, and returned with a second glass. I poured myself some wine. And then I gave Beth a hug. – ‘Thank you for telling me. That took guts.’ I said. – ‘Guts I have. It’s my brain that doesn’t always work right.’ We sat in silence for a while. Then we reached for our wine glasses at almost exactly the same moment. – ‘So what are you going to do now?’ asked Beth. – ‘What do you mean?’ – ‘Well, if you’re still going to try to win the bet,.