.aur samne aisa jaandar mard.Cigarette khatam karke dost bola. “Chal yaar abhi nikalte hai…ek hi auto le lenge.. Tu muze raste me drop kar ke aaag... nikal jana”Aur obiviously… Maine usi auto wale se pooch liya.. ” Bhaiya auto khali hai?”Auto wala ” haan haan sahab khali hai…!!” aur jhat se cigarette fenk kar auto me aake baith gaya. Hum dono bhi baith gaye. Aur usane auto start karke meter daal diya.Rasta khali hone ki wajah se wo kafi speed me chala raha tha… Maine aur mera dost bate kar rahe. " So mom, you like going to the Olive Garden??" Yes, thank you so much. I go in the afternoons for the soup and salad. That pasta and beans soup is very good." John, how long have you been cross dressing?" Oh the last twelve years or so." How did you get into it John." Asked mom in a voice of sincere interest."Well you were out with Rita playing bingo. I came in from working, showered and passing your room I saw the high heels you wear at times and I tried them. I was so glad they fit and I. They were much dimmer here than back at B612, she noticed, yet they were beautiful still. She saw that at night, the box also served as Javi’s sleeping bed. So people on Earth sleep under the stars, just as I do back home, she thought. However, this was not the case. Momo and Javi spent all night talking, only pausing when Tiene stirred and wished to be walked in familiar company. So, Javi and Momo walked with him, further into the city, where she saw the most incredible things for the first. Oh, she never hurt him physically that I knew of but she often spoke ill of him and belittled him, though never to his face. She was a treacherous and manipulative snake. What if the woman I married turned out to be just like her? I wasn’t a great judge of character as far as women were concerned, how in hell was I supposed to tell between the good ones and the wicked ones? There is another reason why I did not want to marry. Ever since I was around seventeen, I’ve become aware of something.