”“What grade are you in, slave. I want to know so I know when you can get a job and start making money for me.”“I’m in 4th grade, Your High...ess.”“Take another drink of that coke and kiss my toe while I think about that.”Bobby took a drink, remembered, said, “Yes, Your Highness”, and kissed her toe.“That was in the wrong order. Do it again, this time right.”Bobby thought, “Yes, Your Highness,” took another drink and kissed her toe.She shifted her legs and Bobby saw her panties again. He. She managed to mumble she was sorry for she had promised herself to be strong and now realising what she had messed up and seeing him again was just too much.She laid it on with a shovel; how she had been wrong to had walked away from their relationship but it was because she felt too young to commit to a steady commitment and marriage; she told him that she had deeply loved him and not wanted to lose him but had lied to him about not loving him because of fear to commit to him fully. She swore. Pick any song you want.”“Do you play the piano too?” Sean asked as he positioned his hands on the keys and his feet on the pedals.“Just play,” Amanda said.Accepting her obvious challenge, Sean began playing a Frank Mills composition that his mother had always enjoyed. He hadn’t finished ten notes before Amanda matched him on her side of the keyboard and said, “How did you know that ‘Music Box Dancer’ was one of my mother’s favorite songs?”“I didn’t,” Sean said, as they finished the song and. Ek din jija ji mujhe bahar le gaye aur hum dono shaam mei ghar laute.Mai apne room ke taraf jaa he raha tha ki mujhe didi ne bulaya aur kaha ki khushi mere baare mei puch rahi thi. Maine kaha kya baat hai jo woh mujhe dhund rahi thi. Mere mann mei yeh baat ghumta raha ki woh mujhe kyu dhund rahi thi. Kuch he dino ke friendship se uspar itna bada asar ho gya. Phir maine socha ki kahi usko mujhse pyaar to nhi ho gya. Mai khushi ke paas gya aur usse pucha ki woh mujhe kyu dhund rahi thi. Jaise he.