I wanted her so bad that just a few tugs brought me to a pretty impressive climax considering the load I'd dropped in Shelly less than an hour earlier...I don't know what time I finally dropped off but I slept right through the alarm and was almost late for rehearsal. Maestro Falcone had already taken the podium when I dashed onto the stage in a sweat, snapped open my cello case and took my seat beside Hae-Won. The Maestro smiled and was kind enough to give me a couple of minutes to get myself. " You've gotta be joking. The Ice B --" Dave!" Sorry, I forgot how you felt about cussing. What I was gonna say was, Ms.Nivose barely talks to anyone, but she was hanging all over you just now."Paul picked up the clipboard and filled in his start time while wonderinghow he could erase the last few minutes from his memory. "I noticed, but shereally isn't my type." She's sexy, smart, and rich; what's there not to like?" "I don't know. She's just so...." Paul involuntarily shuddered. "What's. Maine ha mai gardan hilayii.Maine unke balo ko pakda aur apna thoda sa land unke muh mai dal dia aur dhire 2 andar bahar krne lga.Wo gusse mai meri taraf dekh kar boli ki tum mera muh chod rhe ho ya dance sikh rhe ho.Aur mujhe gali dete hue boli jane kha kha se chale aate haiii. Mujhe bahut gussa aaya.Aur maine land ko bahar nikal kar land se uske gal par ek slap kia aur bola tu ab dekh.Uski muh se gali sun kar aur viagra dono ne mujhe janwar bna dia.Maine land uske muh mai dala aur ek jor ke. Mom couldnt have any more kids after me, so Sammie I was. Dad peered over his wet messy periodical, milk dripping on his sports page that lay on the table under his arm. Something wrong, Sammie? He started laughing when he saw milk trickling out of my nose. I could only shake my head that I was ok, but I was just as messy as his paper. Going to town today, Dad, I said as I got up from the table,Gonna check out the pawn shop for good stuff. Thats if I couldnt find his projector. Well got to go.