‘I don’t know where your goddamned shirt is! And what the fuck use do I have for your cologne?’ She had lied. But then, she was pretty drunk by...then, she could have forgotten. No. She’d lied. She never forgot anything. Ever. Just like she would never forget how she screeched at him when he came back. While waving a nearly empty bottle of HIS 25-year-old Macallan scotch with one hand and gesturing a lit cigarette with the other she’d shrieked, ‘GET OUT! Get ALL your SHIT and LEAVE! Ask your new. . I'm just going to tell you everything." Nate took a deep breath before continuing. "You know a lot of what's been going on, but there are some parts you don't. You know about Lizzie coming here and talking to me." Of course." So, I told you what we talked about, and she told you some things too. But what I'm guessing she didn't tell you is that I didn't just talk to her. And I didn't just coach her through masturbation." She told me, Dad. She said she basically threw herself at you and that. Is your husband here? I finally got the nerve to ask her. I knew she was married, and thought that was who she was looking for. No, I gave him his ticket and he said if he could get out early enough he would be here, but I wont hold my breath. Does he have to work today? Thats what he said, but Im not sure if he does or if he is just being a little shit and decided not to come to this thing. My wife is being a shit, thats why she isnt here. She didnt even want her ticket in case she. Vo mere paas or pooja amit ke paasHum amne samne teble par khana khane lage vo dhire dhire uske ghutne mere ghutno se ghisne lagi me samaj gaya isko mera lund chahiye. Mene sidha mera hath badhake uske jhangho par rakh ke fer ne laga to usne muje chuti katli or boli abhi nahi rat me milenge. Me khush ho gaya Amit ko mene tang mari usne meri taraf dekha to mene ishara kiya ke kam ban gaya he vo bahot hi khush huva or muje ankh mari. Highway ki hotal se bahar nikle to poja ko su su lagi thi to vo.