Eventually Mrs Clusky, in her old ‘mother-hubbard’ dress, just let out a low whistle and said, “Well, Lordy, Lordy me! You younguns jist never c...ange. Turn yuh back for a second and y’awl all at it like a bunch of jack-rabbits in matin’ season. And darn it all if it weren’t the same back in my day. Only in them days we used the back of the hay barn. Got a mite prickly at times but that didn’t mind none when you had a fella under yuh!”Mrs Clusky’s fierce little eyes quickly surveyed the scene. The afternoon was quiet and peaceful, allowing me to write a couple of chapters of that novel I'd been working on. I did have a struggle keeping focused on the storyline though. I found myself subconsciously weaving in several moralistic threads in a story that had no such values to it. My daughter's suggestion came back to haunt me as I tried to create a stroke story that was pure lust. If Angie hadn't put that bug in my ear, I could have gotten the plot written in about a quarter of the time,. And bhut tezz tezz moan krne lagi aaaaaahhhhhhhh oooohhhhhhhhh jisse neha room mein aa gyi..Neha ne light pink colour ki nighty pehni thi and was looking really gorgeous. Wo aayi aur puch mujhse ,kya main uski niece ka khiyaal rakh raha hun na. Maine kaha haan aur wo apni room ki taraf jate jate bol kr gyi jab tum isse khussh krdoge toh mere room mein aana …I am waiting..Maine kahan thik hai darling..…as i was fingering…and wo simrat mujhe bol rahi thi tezz kro aur alag alag noise nikal rahi. "A chump is worse."No doubt the latter, Miss... uh, may I call you Roxanne?" If indeed you are a poet and swordsman, then I will play Roxanne to your Cyrano."(She knew! The literature gambit had snared her. Now on to stage two.)Does this chump think I'm ignorant? I can spout literature all day if I have to. I can be quite entertaining if the situation presents itself... the better to eat you, my dear."Cyrano I am. And that being the case, would Madame permit my humble self to entertain her.