Aunty boli: prince abb tou mai tumhari hoo chuki hoon jo maan chahe karoo. Phir mai ne aunty ko kaha janu kutiya ban jao aunty kutiya baan gaye mai ne... apna mooh aunty ki gand main daal kar chatne laga aunty boli: yaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, price, you are really prince of sex. Tum pehle mard hoo jo mere gand ko iss tarhan se chat raha hai. I love you so much.Phir mai chatna band kia aur lun ko aunty ka topa aunty ki gand ke sorakh par rakha aur lun ke tope ko ander bahir karne laga. Kuch 10 se. At the office the man I called Lt shook my hand. “Let’s go down to the coffee cart,” he suggested.“Sure,” I said following him down to the elevator. “When did you get to be a coffee gourmet?”“Since they hired topless baristas,” he commented.“Right,” I said. She wasn’t topless, but she was damn close. She had arguably the largest cleavage I had ever seen on a waitress of any kind. Since I wasn’t paying I just enjoyed the view. “The coffee is like something you should dip a cheap donut. She told me she hit Sarah with the iron case she said she was gonna take me and leave.”“What did you do then?” I asked.“I went crazy. I don’t remember doing it, but next thing I knew I was covered in blood, and she was on the floor. I’m the one who called 911. That is gonna count for something ain’t it.”“Like I said Eddie, I’m not a lawyer. Me and Bitsy are going to try to find some evidence to support your story, if we do our lawyer might think that it could get you a new trial.” I stood and. I then felt slightly revolted at the thought, I was not a lesbian! I realized that thought had actually come from Bo most likely.On shaking legs I slipped on a black robe and moved upstairs, taking a long shower before putting on a nightie and slipping into bed.My thoughts alternated between Gloria and Mark as I slipped off to sleep.Saturday in the shop was busier than usual, and I had little time for reflecting. Six members of the Knitting Club volunteered to help me at the Fair, and several.