While I was kissing her she started saying to leave her as this is not right and she is mine teacher. I never listened to her and kept kissing her nec... and slowly she also started enjoying and left herself lose. After few moments she turned back and we had a smooch. God those were the best moments of my life our tongues were rolling each others tongues. I suddenly grabbed her and went to bedroom. she lay down on bed and I was kissing all over her body. I shyly said to her that-Mam can you put. Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out -- we don’t serve your type.”A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.A synonym strolls into a tavern.At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.A run-on. Those who drew red marbles gathered together as did each group that drew blue and yellow. The number of red marbles equaled the number of males who were participating. The number of blue marbles equaled the number of girls. Those who did not draw a red or blue got a yellow and became Witnesses of Redemption. I drew a blue. The "reds" went to a field where a platform had been constructed. Those of us who drew blue gathered in the square. Those who had drawn yellow lined up again and drew again. It felt too damn good. * * *We were allowed out of our little glass cages for the first time in whatI could only guess was weeks. We were even allowed to fraternize.Our faces lit up when we saw each other in the big hall. There were hugsand tears and giggles, but as hard as the nano tried to make it all feelright and good and clean and pure, I still felt hollow.I was getting dumb.The nanos weren't taking away my intelligence, but they had shortened myattention.