Or pher many nasreen ka hath pakra, wo khusmasany lagi, meny kaha pehly kabhi tum ny piyar kia hy, us nay kaha nahe, meny us ke hath ko choma, nasreen... bohat ziada khobsorat the, apni behan parveen sy b ziada, meny uski eyes py kisses ke, us ke ke garden pey or us ke kan ke lob ko chatny laga, woAista ahista be kabo hoti ja rahe the, meny pher uski honto pe kiss ke, or pher French kiss karny laga, meny apni tounge usky mun men dal de, suki tounge ko suck karny laga, Pher many uske chin pey. Mujhse raha nhi gaya aur maine dhire dhire uski gand pe dhake marne shuru kar diye wo kuchh nhi boli meri himmat bad gayi aur maine uski kamar pe haath rakh diya aur dhire dhire haath uski chut pe le gaye.usne mera haath pakad liya aur kaha yahan nhi.phr thodi der baad main jhad gaya .wo meri tarah dekh kar boli kya hua ruka kyn.main jawab diyya ho gaya to wo has padi.Hum ghar pahunhe aur main nahaane chla gaya.wapis aaya to wo didi ko bta rahi thi aj to vishal ko bahut maza aaya.maine kaha. Then we bravely headed north.We crossed the border into Canada at Sweetgrass, MT, and drove through Lethbridge, Calgary and Edmonton, turning west to Grand Prairie. Three or four days had gone by, and all was going well. We were able to rent separate rooms at night, and our relationship was pleasant and business-like.But then we reached Pouce Coupe in British Columbia. We probably could (should) have gone on to Dawson Creek where the Alcan Highway really begins (Mile 0), but it gets dark early. "Last night. Let's talk about it."His forehead now furrowed in confusion. "Uh, didn't you say just this morning that you wanted to forget it ever happened?" Yeah, I know, I know. But human brains don't really work that way, unfortunately."Gawd, if only I could find some way to forget all the horrible things I'd done to Ben.Fiddling with my fingers, I looked down at my lap. "I've held back so much from you. There's so much I haven't told you about myself, or my past. I want to be a better friend.