Lynn did not look in my direction; instead she continued to allow this ruffian to claw her almost naked torso. One of his hands abandoned its commitme...t to her breasts and struggled to unfasten the belt around his waist. Over the jangle of the buckle unfastening, Lynn's breath was fast and laboured. The sound of a zip was apparent, and in my peripheral vision I could see Dave's trousers and pants dropping to his ankles. My eyes were still on Lynn though, her eyes now closed, her lips, tongue. My sister was two years younger to me and at that time she had just completed her graduation and waiting for admission to post-graduate course. We had two bedrooms in our house and our father used one. My mother and my sister used the other bedroom and i usually sleep in the front hall in the night. But during daytime i sleep in the other bedroom my mother and sister were occupying. Sometimes i have seen her changing her dress after coming from college while i was lying in the bed thinking that. And the chandelier that would shake every time patrons would run up the narrow staircase to the restrooms till shimmered its bright lights through vintage crystal. But one thing was clear: Her prince wasn’t coming back, no matter how often she returned to the restaurant with her shattered-glass heart. Wanda clutched the white tablecloth at the memory. It was like reliving the summer day that Shaquan walked out, dashing so fast past the white lace curtains that they sailed up in surrender. She. .maine kaha ki hum dono ko bahut maaza aayega..wo thoda kaamp raha tha…maine kaha ki poore naange ho jaooo..wo poora nanaga ho gaya…maine bhi apne upar ke saare kapde nikal diye or bilkul nangi ho gayi…maine dekha uska lund khara ho gaya hai..main neeche jhuki or seedha uske lund ka swaad lene lagi..maine poora lund apne muhn mein le liya…aur phir apne hathon se uske lund ko pakda aur uske supade ko chata aur phir use ik baar muhn mein daala aur nikala aur gavi se pucha ki kaisa laga…usne kaha.