Ek din mere doston ne couple party rakhi,meri samajh nahin aaya kya karoon ladki kahan se laoon fir mere dimag mein in aunty ka dhyan aaya waise bhi y...eh 20 saal ki ladki lagti thi , pehle to inhone mana kiya par jyada insist karne par man gayi,us din inhone pink top and blue jeans pehni thi , mera to inko dekh land khada ho gaya shayad unko dikh gaya tha meien chupane ki koshish par unhone shayad dekh liya tha to unhone kaha ki control your emotions, mujhe thodi sharam aa gayi. Jab hum bike pe. Breathe! Breathe! Audrey gave herself a pep talk as she started to rush up to him, but paused. She’d managed to find a casual air by the time he saw her.“Hey,” she said, swallowing excitement. “How was your weekend?”“Pretty cool,” he said. “But that was a few days ago. It’s Friday, you know.”Shit. she thought. “Oh, yeah. I meant, ‘what were you planning to do this weekend?’”“Yeah. I figured,” he said, his attention on his locker as he put two books in and took another out. He hoped she didn’t. ........Computer guy!” god that sounded lame!“Up here” she replied “Come on up” closing the door with a foot i lumbered up the stairs with the big box i could see an open door and heard her voice from inside. “ In here”I followed the voice to the room where she was and the view i was greeted with nearly caused me to drop the box where i stood!Her hair was brushed out flowing over her shoulders, and all she was wearing was a fishnet body stocking rounded off with some patent red. And a lot of wives around the world hate their husbands. I pray to God Almighty that my Fathiyah and I don’t end up like that. Seriously. I can’t think of anything worse. For real. Right now, my lady is at school. And I’m at home, cooking dinner. I’m a big and tall Black man built like a football player wearing a damn apron and cooking dinner for his woman. And yes, I am one hundred percent man. If you call me a sissy or whipped, I can kick your ass. You feel me? Cool. Anyhow, I’m whipping up a.