Ab main aur didi dono nashe main aa gaye the. Didi nashe main bahut kuch bolne lagi.Didi: “Toh tumne aaj tak kisi ladki ko nangi (nude) nahin dekha ...ai ?”Main: “Mujhe maaf kar dijiye, maine jaan-boojh kar aisa nahi kiya”Didi: “Tum jis tarah mujhe dekh rahe the, lagta hai tum bhi meri tarah sexually frustated ho”Woh bolti hi jaa rahi thi.Didi: “Main sochti thi ki mujhe apni zindagi mein kisi mard ki zaroorat nahin hai.Par mein galat thi.35 saal ki umar par kar chuki hoon aur ab mera jism hawas. He looked surprised at the kiss. "Nice to meet you too, Shay."We moved to a booth, and after a few minutes of bantering, Lou excused himself to go to the men's room.I asked Ron what was up.Well, he told me he had run into Lou earlier in the day, and our pal seemed quite depressed. They had a few drinks at a corner pub, and Ron once again stressed that Lou needed to indulge in some hot, shallow sex.Knowing he was going to meet me later, Ron told Lou that he knew a girl who was a really hot. ‘Snap out of it Dutch, and help me get this around her.’ Dutch cleared his throat and finally scrambled to help. Together, Moe and Dutch swaddled Danja like a newborn. When they were finished, she was wrapped too tightly to walk, but odds were she was too weak to stand, let alone run to save her own life. Moe lifted her up with one arm around her back and the other under her knees. He cradled her close to his chest. It was like carrying a baby chick. Dutch opened the door and glanced toward the. Melody spied the cinnamon schnapps. “Oh yeah!” she exclaimed, “Schnapps!” I poured the three of us a shot glass and proffered a toast. “Here’s to new friendships,” I said. I took a seat on my coffee table, as the three of us downed our first shot glass of schnapps. “And getting fucked up,” Melody replied, before downing her entire shot glass. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Sorry,” Melissa said, “I have a slutty sister.” “I am not a slut,” Melody shot back. She placed her shot.