9” hai or mere lund ka size 7” hai or 2” mota hai or ye kahani meri or Sonali ki hai jab mai Kolkata mai job karta tha, to ab mai kahani par ata... hu, bat 4 saal purani hai jab mai Kolkata mai ek callcenter mai job karta tha job karte hue bujhe 1 saal ho gaye the or waha mere achi pahchan ho gai the or sab se jada achi pahchan mere manager or HR ke sat hi kyu ki wo dono Orissa se belong karte or mai bhi Orissa se hu, to office mai maire bohot ache dost ban gaye theTo ek din meri ek dost ne kaha. I got on my kneesand started pleading and almost cried. She said OK and asked me ifSunil Sir had told that he would be late. I replied no. Then she went.Almost half hour later he came drunk and told he had a party and heforgot to tell. I dint tell anything about Seema. Next day I was veryscared in the morning. But nothing happened. Nothing happened foranother two months or so.Almost two months later, one night Seema came to give supper at 830pm. Usually the son used to come. Today he was sick. It was 1982 and AIDS hadn’t quite hit the headlines and I found my English accent certainly helped to discover how welcoming the local girls were. One night I was in for a real night though.As was one of my pastimes I drove to a bar called the Crown Lounge. It was part of a chain and it was extra large, almost like a converted barn. When I walked in the music was blaring away and I made my way to a row of seats at the bar. Once I sat down a girl who was two seats away turned to me and asked me. “I know all that. But I’m fourteen, now. I’m an adult and can marry anyone I want.”Her face fell slightly. “When I marry, though, I want to marry for love ... and I know you don’t love me.”She looked up through her eyelashes at the slightly older man, her face turning coquettish and a small smile playing along her lips. “I’m hopeful though. I am very lovable, you know.”Yren sputtered a protest, but Ataya laid her hand on his forearm and just laughed. “Having a wife or children doesn’t stop you.