Once school for me was over, the dudes I hung with would catch-up on Sundays every month for a get-together.We’d shoot pool, talk about bitches they... laid, take turns in shouting turns of beer and generally talk crap, yarda yarda yarda, like friends do.Ten years and not much has change, within our group.That’s the skin on the outside but on the inside these get-togethers are a great escape from secrets on the inside.Somewhere between school finishing and five years before today, things. We had dinner that night in the house for I didn’t want anyone to see her with me or anyone else. Half a box of spaghettini, some Italian sausage, a couple of tomatoes and a can of olives and one of mushrooms and we were ready. I took a deep breath of the aromatic steam rising from the sizzling skillet. Life was good… at least, during mealtimes. The Italian in me always came out in the kitchen. ‘So, you cook on top of being a lawyer. Are you a cook who does law or a lawyer who cooks?’ ‘I’m a. Isliye woh bhi baand kar diya.R: arre toh phir kya kiya.A: phir maine internet par apne photo dale sochha koi toh mere shareer ko dekhkar mujhe choddne raazi hoga. Lekin ye koshsish bhi bekaar gayi,koi aay toh nahi lekin mere kafi paise doob gaye. Ab toh maine ummeed hi chodh di hai.ab sirf bhagwan se prathana hainkki woh ek farishteko bhej de. Lekin tu bata tere bhi pati ne tujhe chodh diya hain kya tujhe aisa kuch nahi hota?R: arre kyon nahi hota hain lekin mere pass iska upay bhi hain..A:. I pulled a chair close in front of her and sat. She could smell the chocolate and the fresh tang of the strawberries. She licked her lips. I dipped a strawberry in the chocolate, gathered the drips on the fruit, and held the concoction an inch from her lips. Again she licked her lips, “please Sir, may I have Your dessert it smells delicious.”Smiling, I touched her lips with the fruit; she opened and devoured the sweet food.“Mmmmm, gorgeous.” she said. “May I have some more, Sir?” Again I fed.