The main bartender looked like a very slutty version of Sarah Silverman. She claimed she heard that so often that she went by the name Sarah now.“Yo...u are Brock and Jonathon? Very cool to finally meet you. Your moms and Savannah talk about you all the time,” Sarah said. The guys were flattered. “We’ve had some pretty weird shit here before. We get swingers who bring their wives in for the day just to watch them dance for other men. We had a girl who was into knives and hung herself from hooks.. Mai 5 baje ghar aa jata hu college se.In short hamari sweet si family hai par ab is me kuch gadbad nazar aane lagi thi mujhe…..ya fir enjoyment…..?Mai apni bahno ki baato ko ab gaur se sunne laga aur unki harkato ko observe karne laga.raat me unka darwaza band hota tha par andar se latch nahi lagi hoti thi.mai raat me unke kamre ke darwaze par kaan laga kar unki baate sunne laga..kaafi din tak maine aisa kiya par kuch bhi unusual nahi laga.aur unke bich us tarah ki baate bhi nahi hoti thi. ghar. You can sustain a ‘diary’ type of story for a while, but no one has a life that is interesting every day. So, you end up manufacturing interesting things to keep the story lively. One author either shoots someone or knocks up another girlfriend. Another author introduces a new sex partner every week. A third author breaks up with someone every week. The essence is that you end up with teenagers who are the world’s greatest lovers, get fabulously wealthy, and can kill bad guys with impunity.. .I...was just looking," I stammered pointing at the stand of hardcore DVDs."Why don't you go in and have a look around," she smirked nodding towardsthe lingerie section. I meekly followed her, my heart beating faster.Almost immediately I saw something I would love to buy displayed on thetop of a rack of lingerie. It was a hot pink PVC corset approximately thesame colour as my panties. She must have noticed my stare because sheheaded to the rack under the display. My gaze travelled around.