”“I have, obviously.”“She’s seventeen, so it’s not risky in that way.”“Kara...”“I haven’t said a word to her! And I wouldn’t! ...I can’t vouch for Miss ‘Sell Passes to My Friends to Fuck My Dad’!”“That was a JOKE!” I protested. “I told you and Jess about that comment because it was funny!”“And because there is at least a smidgen of truth to it; well, more than a smidgen. And you know Birgit has zero problems with your ‘dall-yances’. I’m not saying you would, but she’d have no issues with you. I said I did. I told her that was the hottest thing I had ever seen. She smiled and asked if I would like an encore. I thought poor Ricky no wait lucky Ricky. She took me into the main house and guided me to a room. In the room was Ricky's dad. Thomas was about 6-2 and about 350 pounds. He was very thick. He was sitting on the bed naked. I saw his window open and realized he had also watched the encounter. He asks me about our encounters with Ricky. I tell him everything about the. Wo boli abhi batati ho phale tuj ko chai de do. Main waha baate gaya. Puspa ander kitchen me chai banana chalegayi. Chai laker aayee aur mujse boli ki beta tere baas kyoi blue film hai. Ye sunkar main chook gaya ki aunty kaya kah rahe hai. Main kaha aunty blue film ? Wo bole ha beta blue film, main kabhi nahi dekhi hai. Maine kaha mere pass hai, wo boli beta tu film lekar aa ja. Main ghar se ek blue film lekar aa gaya. Jab maine blue film lagyee to puspa aunty mere saat batghee. Film me chudiye. Abercrombie wondered if his retinue resembled less enlightened eras’ royal caravans. He didn’t ponder long. Margot materialized with the ebbing furor. In the interim she’d imbibed more than one cocktail. By her appearance those hadn’t been tippled in any lady-like manner. She verged on tipsiness. Her mouth had loosened and bleariness along with disappointment rimmed her blue eyes. Had she been a fellow student, Abercrombie would’ve feared an outbreak of slurred, loud invective. Rather, she.