Tumhe swiming sikhaenge to usne ka me abhi change kar ke ati hu to mene kaha zara yaha sirf hum hi to hai yahi apne kapre utar do ye dono bhi to tere ...hai hai usne pehle apni t shirt utari phir jeans ab wo hamare samne sirf red penti or red brezzer me thi kya lag rahi thi yaar dil kar raha tha ke usse aj ham teeno chod chod ke larki se ourat banade jesse ghi wo pool me aai ham teeno moke moke se us se chipak rahe the or apne mote mote land uski gand or kori choot se takra rahe the wo bhi. Some of what I am about to tell you may sound impossible, but please believe me when I say that everything that I state here actually happened. Dr. Susan Jones, a scientist in your special research and development division, is behind it all. Check her records and you will know that she is both brilliant and mad enough to do it. How did I find out about my chance to escape? It was an accident. In the middle of the night, I woke up to go the restroom. That's when I discovered that I could be. James soon tired from driving from one end of the world to another and wailed when he realised I had gone back to the kitchen, even though I had told him just about the same time as he was flying over an open bridge or a canyon, so I guessed it hadn’t registered. He came into the kitchen, fist bunched into his eyes, squeezing out tears and stifling a sob. Susan came home at last. Her feet were killing her she said. How is James and what’s for dinner? I held her close, then caressed her hair. ‘Green belts and above have no excuse! You cannot progress without a good cat stance!’ In the mirror, I could see heads bobbing as people of all belt colors tried to ‘sit down’ better in their stances. I was proud that I already had a better cat at blue belt than some of my seniors, but the drawback at times like this was that I’d been doing it correctly for a minute longer than some of them, and my back leg was burning viciously. I really need to practice this at home more, I thought. I.