The theatre and Vivaldi and the champagne felt like a completely different world as we passed a twenty-four-hour laundromat and a dark and almost dung...on-looking bar, a well-dressed woman in a crisp white shirt, leading a man to the alley around the corner, no doubt for some quick, late-night fun.Even in my tipsy state, I protested when we stopped in front of a grungy looking shed of a place, the vendor being every stereotype imaginable about a fast food shack worker.“What?” Stephen asked. “You. He can play my body like a finely tuned instrument and he knows my mind as if it were his own, because I’ve bravely stretched out both, gloriously naked, before him like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. I share my secrets with this man. My hopes, dreams, fears, he hears them all. There is nothing I couldn’t tell him. I excitedly hear his innermost thoughts too. Each and every day this man, who has become as much a part of my existence as my right arm, is there for me in some form. He stokes. Bob grunted in reply. I tried to relax, breath normally and look over the top of my sights as I waited. Bob finally yell, "Here it comes," about thirty seconds later. The coach went into the curve and leaned hard to the right. That lean cause the ride to smooth out for a couple of seconds and that was long enough for me to aim and fire. I targeted the middle horse because I hoped if I missed him I might hit one of the others. I did not miss. The big 58 caliber slug tore into the horse's chest. ”Aur me fir se aunty ke dood ke upar toot pada aur jor jor se dabane aur chusne lagaa ek ek karke me aunty ke dono doodo ko ekdal lal kardiya tha daba kar chus ker.. Ab me niche jane lagaa .. Me apni keeb se doodo ke niche chatne lagaa aur fir aaisa krte karte me niche baitaa aur unke nabi ke upar aagaua aye use chatne lagaa.. Mwri is harkat se aunty ko gudgudi hone lagi .. Fir mene aunty ke naabhi me jeeb daali aur pure pet ko dabane lgaa aunty ki nahi jyada ghehari nahi thi par pet ekdam.