Yeh theek baat nahiii hai.A:kyaa huaa mohini tum too dever jeee keee sath khush hooo naaM:kaha didi aaj kal tooo yeh mere taraf dyan hiii nahiii dete ...haiii raat koo let aate haii aur turrant sooo jaate hai.A: tooo tuuu mujh se kyaa chahate haiii.M:mujh bhi raj keee sath kuch karneee kaa mookaa dooo naa.A:thik haiii, kyaaa tere boobs mai seee doodh nikaltaaa haii.M:haa didi aab tooo munni bhi nahiii pitit haii.A:aacha chal thek haiii mai koi chakar chalate huu tu jaa aaram kar aab mai raj kooo. I leaned in and kissed her full pink lips softly. Her hand caressed the back of my neck her nails slightly scratching my skin. I took her by the hand and led her out of the club. On our walk to the hotel three blocks away we laughed and talked breathing in the evening air. When we reached the room I closed the door behind us. her bottom swelled as she put one leg across her knee and bent over to slip off her heels. I watched her run her fingers through the back of her hair as she walked further. “Please come in.” I didn’t even get my hand off the door knob before there was another knock. When I opened the door and looked outside I saw a tall Egyptian woman of about 26 year of age dressed in just two pieces of white silk. One piece that went around the back of the neck came down over the breast then tied behind the back. The other went from the waist to just above the knees and was tied at the right hip. She had a gold snake band around each forearm and calf , a gold snake biting its. .. intriguing.“Janie is at Band Camp ... or is it Cheerleader Camp this week? She’s not here,” Mrs. Ferguson said.The jeep is less pretentious than the Mazda. I took the Wagon.The Ferguson’s lived at 4th and Bridge in Dayton, sorta behind Crochan’s Hall, the Mercantile. Before it was the Mercantile, Crochan’s was a bar ... and a house of ill repute. Now it’s what passes for a general store. The little old lady who runs it also sells spinning wheels ... and she spins. I wouldn’t mind.