”“Oh come on. You were waiting for someone, a friend? A girlfriend? Maybe a guy?”She quickly looked away pretending something had caught her att...ention. Another sip, another swallow, and another heated trail to my stomach. Pulling my lips back slightly as I glide my fingertips over the rim of the short glass. I assume it’s a guy she was waiting on since she brushed the question off and is displaying a simple fluster.“Okay, fine. You don’t have to answer that, it’s cool. What’s your name?”“I’m. But she didnt try to stop pregnancy, she denied when she asked to do a surgey by her husband to stop pregnancy. Her husband didnt liked this. Oneday when I reached her house, i acnt find her at the kitchen. I searched everywhere.I find her at the balcony. She didnt notice my presence until I called her, she was crying. Her cheaks are pink and eyes are blowing. She can’t control her, she blast into tears. I tried my best to console her, but I can’t. So I think it is better to give her some. (Sad face)Me : Koi baat nehi tumhe bhi koi na koi mil jayegi.Disha : Kaise ? (She looked distressed)Me : You like someone right ?Disha : Not really, I just find her quite sexy.Me: Toh use jake saf saf boldoh.Disha : Jise pasand karti hoon..!! (paused) I can’t tell her.Me : Kyun ? Who tumhe judge karegi isiliye ?Disha : Nehi, kuch aur hi reason hai. Mai apko aabhi nehi batapaungi.Me : Ok chalo, iss sab ke baad, may kud ja kar use baat karungi.Disha (paused with a smile) : Are you serious ?Me. Kip Dekker and Vince Tandy were already backstage. Mr Short and Mr Tall, they each did an exaggerated double take as Mike Miller strutted toward them. Vince, head-honcho of the duo, whistled a low, sexy note. Mike acknowledged it with a nod. The shiny red pouch, filled as it was, made a sure attention grabber, and Mike wondered if he looked at least as naked as he felt. He fidgeted at the waist bank with his thumb, but there wasn't any other way to adjust the fit. A drop of sweat and oil rolled.