Chalo batao kitna bada tha uska.”Asma-“Kya bada?”Me-“Uska lund jo tumne pakda tha.”Her eyes were wide open.Me-“Sorry dear but I caught you... when you were holding his lund.”Saying this I started laughing which made her relax to confess what she had done.Asma (blushing)-“Jaanu that was too big. I never thought itna bada bhi kisika ho sakta hai kya.”Me (without wasting time and pulled her in my arms and whispered in her ears) -“Tum lelogi itna bada lund apni chut mein?”Asma-“Obviously, mauka mila. I was wearing black pedal pushers, three inch heels, a corset, a black tank top, a pink, calf-length chiffon cardigan, dark hair, loads of cheap jewellery and, of course, full make-up. I thought I looked okay. Maybe passable, but you’re never too sure, are you? Most of my friends say I look pretty convincing, and could maybe pass off as a woman… at a distance of a hundred meters or so!I arrived at the hotel early evening, and walked past the doorman. He didn’t even give me a second look. Phew!. He reminded me of Mr. Rogers.The four women were busy sifting and filtering processing agents at varying stages of production. They either didn't notice a man had just been attacked, or it was so common place that they ignored it.I spoke to the chemist quietly asking if he would like to go home or stay and fend for himself. His face brightened visably and he immediately set the beaker down and spoke to the women," This man will take us away from here, or you may stay if you wish."The reaction. I met Ray in college. He was pre-law. He was smart and attractive. He was calm and responsible..."Ray felt dirty. Responsible was like saying he was reserved. He was faithful like a Labrador retriever. He had a wet nose and could fetch a newspaper."... and he knew where he was heading. I don't know if I fell in love with Ray in the classic sense of the word. Maybe not in the Romeo and Juliet sense. But I cared very much for him. We had a very orderly marriage. We each let each other do the.