“Who’s on first.”“Exactly,” I said. “My name is Surprise Me Flintkote.”He grinned, “Really?”“Really.” I said, “Cross my heart ...nd hope to die.”“What do your people call you?”“Wait ... what? My people call me Surprise, Melody or Trouble. Your turn.”“John Beavers...” he said.“From?”“Beavers Bottom.”I raised my hand like I was swearing to tell ‘the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. so help me God.’ “Frogmorton.” I said. “You know the hauley road east of Beavers Bottom?”He. And although she fucking hated that song, he had been polishing that glass for too long and she had been nursing her drink in turn, exchanging glances had been nice, neat & tidy, Christmas attire foreplay. No words really had conspired between the two but they both understood they’d be leaving together. She tipped the bottom of her glass into her lips, turned her head towards the door as she stared and smiled, his eyes suddenly wider, awake, he nodded immediately, tying back his dark hair, as. Maine puchha kaise to unhone bataya apne is tamboo jaise lund ko hath me lekar muth marliya karo fir raat ko nahi nikalega. Maine kaha mujhe aati nahi pls aap sikha do to wo boli dekhugi jab dhara ghar pe na ho tab. Maine kaha thik hai. Aaj mami ki chut par baal nahi the aur wo bahut chamak rahi thi.fir hum ghar aagaye. Dopahar ko jab dhara pados me gai to maine mami ko kaha ab sikha do, to wo boli abhi main naha lu baad me. Maine kaha nahana to mujhe bhi hai kya main apke sath nahalu wo boli. How could that have not been obvious to him after everything I’d put up with, after all the times I came back to try again. Here, now, I pull him into a closet and lock the door. I get on my knees and unfasten his tuxedo pants, struggling to reach the zipper under his ridiculous purple cummerbund. By this time the mother of the bride has gotten wind of what’s happening and she’s enlisted the help of the maid of honor to batter the goddamn door down before it’s too late. I smile to myself. My.