Phir vahan sy uth kar stop par agai or gari ka wait karnay lagi or kuch dair tk bus agai or ma us par char gai bus ma kafi bheer te ma bi us bheer ma ...shamil ho gai or nashay ma gum khari ho gaiKuch agay ja kar bus ruki or ak admi bus ma char gya vo mery pichy akar khara ho gya us ka huliya kuch asa tha ka bal lambay kandhon tk or chadar li hoi te oper vo admi bar bar mujy ghor rha tha usy shyd shak ho gya tha meri ankhay dekh kar ka ma ny nasha kiya hova ha vo bhanay bhany sy meri hips ko touch. He passed through the plate glass doors that were the main entrance on 14th street. He walked past the book store on one side of the corridor and looked into the window. On prominent display was a complete set of near mint paperback Gor novels. On the other side was a display window for a store that sold all types of devices, and he scratched his head at what looked like a small stainless steel pressure cooker. He walked past the stores and up to the bouncer standing guard before the two. After breakfast, Ben drew me a little map of where he thought would be a good place to bury his mule. I serviced the bulldozer, threw a bunch of tools into the cab of the tractor and went down to Ben's. I had to take down two areas of fence in order to get to where the mule was. I was able to gently scoop her up and carry her up an incline in the field behind Ben's place. On a little plateau, I dug a very deep hole before putting the mule in it and covering it up. I made sure the ground was. Jane had long passed off the plug as a special contraceptive device for she did not yet want her bitch spayed. Occasionally a nosey guest might have secretly fingered the plug out of curiosity but nobody ever realised that manipulating the pussy plug caused Davinia such tremendous pleasure. If the guest proved to bee too inquisitive, Davinia could just about find the will to resist the pleasures and make a desultory snap with her soft rubberised teeth. The whole 'pussy plug' issue served only.