.." I recalled her voice saying. She had thought of it before... but only in passing, like one of those random thoughts that come and go within a seco...d -- those thoughts you have no control over; those thoughts you constantly deny you have. I, however, obsessed over the idea. Perhaps I was assuming too much, but if I were to think the contrary, I would lose control of myself. But then again... I shook my head, trying to rattle the thoughts from it. I was in a haze at the idea, and time had. Phir dhire se bahar khinch phir andar pel di. Ab mein apni ungli ko uski gaand ke andar bahar kar raha tha. Haaaan choooso aurrr jooooor seee chooosso aur meraaa. Pani chooooda dooo.” sonali uttejna mein apne kulhe utha sisak rahi thi. Sonali ki choot paani chodne lagi. Uski choot ne itna paani choda ki ras beh kar uski gand tak aa gaya. Meri ungli aur aasani se andar bahar hone lagi. Ab mein uski choot ko chooste hue halke halke daanto se kaatne laga. Sonali aur uttejit ho gayi, kaam iccha me. I decide to spend the rest of the night trying to figure out what I cansay to get back even with Ms. Melendez. 'You're nothing to me?' No,then she might just disappear, and that's too close to murder for me.'You're such a bitch?' While it might be true, turning her into a dogisn't much better than murder. 'I eat people like you for breakfast?'Geez, that's even worse than murder.Before I can think of anything good, my alarm clock goes off. "Shoot,it's 6:45," I say to myself. "Gotta be out. "So you must be Pebbles," he said proffering a hand, although I could see that he was wondering whether he should also kiss me on the cheek. In those days, not so many English or Americans were as touchy-feely as they are today.He led us into a living room that was large enough to host one of our gigs and introduced us to his wife, Alexandra, who was sitting at the console of what at the time was a very high-spec beige PC. Simon Kurrein and his wife were both academic sophisticates whose.