" He peeled off the paper and opened the box. "A new bathrobe. Thank you." He kissed June on her lips.June opened hers. "That cashmere sweater I was e...yeing. You shouldn't have -- they're way too expensive ... Thanks." She kissed her husband."Now, Reid," Monica said.He tore off the wrapping paper and held a compact disc. "Medieval music ... on period instruments. Now I can listen to this with some authority. Your daughter was explaining to me about fifths and octaves and diatonic scales ... the. Keeps them in their place!" Are you joking?" (Agh! Ros's banter is starting to make me hard; I'm quite glad I'm laying on my front.)"Hmmm, maybe - and maybe not."Ros's emphasis on not clearly means she believes what she says!I have to concentrate hard to keep myself down. She laughs and I laugh too and after that I feel as if (somehow) I have accepted her point. As I lay on her "operating table" I can see through into the office, to the wall with its collection of pictures and drawings, to. Hamne baate chalu ki. To usne pucha ki koi gf mili ki nahi? To maine kaha nahi yr apani aisi kismat kaha. Waise to hum khulkar baate karte hai. Tub maine kaha ki tere to kai bf hoge. To usne kaha ki nahi. Iccha to bahut hai but papa ke dar se kuch bhi nahi. Maine sub change kar diya aur pucha aur kuch bata. Teri fig to kuch bhi ho gai hai aur chimati kati. To wo direct meri body par kud gayi aur kahne lagi badmash chimati katata hai aur mujhe bhi chimatiya katne lagi. Tub maine uske thode boobs. I promised to come, asap.Luckily the weather was so bad that the guys that might have been looking for lonely vulnerable girls remained inside somewhere, where there was a roof and four walls. Once I found the payphone she had been using, I soon found her leaning against a wall, nearby. She was soaking wet, cold, shaking, and without any decent clothes for being outside in this kind of weather. She was only wearing a light jacket, which was partly torn. I helped her to my car and put the heat.