Someone was trying to get a company cricket team together. I knew I should fancy that, but I didn't. Anyway how can I commit myself for a season when ... don't know how I'm going to live until lunch time?I sat back. Colleagues were drifting into to their work stations. Some said 'Hi' without even looking up from the desk or papers. I noticed that those I looked at and who looked at me didn't say a word. Obviously there was something written across my forehead that warned them off. Did it say. Do kids hai. Healthy husband hai. Umeed krta hu acha chodte hoge fir aisha kya jo aap phle us rohan se fir mujhse chudne ke liye taiyar rahti ho. Wo muskrai aur boli tum mardo ko bas apne se matlab hota hai jab man hota hai land muh mai de dete ho jab man hota hai gand fadne lagte ho. Khi ghodi banaoge kabhi doggy.Kabhi khade 2 chodoge kabhi god mai lekar. Kabhi apna mal hamare muh mai daloge kabhi gand mai. Kabhi koi hamse nhi puchta ki tumhe kya chahiye. No doubt bhaiya acha chodte haii but. "Besides Sylvia, you know it is pancakes after a threesome," I said."Oh really, you think that was a threesome?" she asked."I've had worse actually," I said with a laugh. "Remind me to tell you about the two midgets someday."."Spare me." she replied.It was at that point, when a very groggy looking Peter joined us. "Well Peter go do whatever you have to do before breakfast, We are all going out for pancakes."For some reason, known only to God and Joseph Stalin perhaps, the Russian Pancake house. I cursed myself. Why wasn't I on the ball? I had no idea what I was going to write about. "Well, it's a bit early yet," she said, "this is your first year, right?" Yes," I said."Gives you plenty of choices," she said. I thought about her area. At that moment it seemed the right thing to do. "But enough about school," she said, "what do you do for fun?"Fantasize about you. I swear, the phrase came into my head and it was hard to shake. I glanced at her bookshelf. "Oh, reading..."I felt stupid.