Mere pati meri chut ki garmi nahi nikalte to mujhe doosre mardo ka sahara lena padta hai. Jo bistar mein mujhe achi tarah pel sake. Ab shuru karte hai... meri agli kahani jisko padhke apka paani nikal jayega. Mere ghar se thodi door ek ration ki dukan hai jaha se humara saara ration ka saman aata hai. Woh dukaan mere ghar ki khidki se bhi dekhi ja sakti hai. Jab kabhi kisi bhi saman ki zaroorat ho phone karke bhi waha se mangwaya ja sakta hai.Dukaan ka maalik ek budha hai jiska naam Jaikishan hai.. It washard to reach the zipper but I was finally able to zip the zipper up.Then the weirdest thing happened to me. I never realized how soft andsilky a piece of clothing could feel. I decided that I liked the feel ofher skirt and stayed in the skirt for the rest of the day. Over the next few days I started experimenting with more of her clothes.I wore her panties and bras and her pantyhose. I was like a kid in acandy store. The only thing that didn't fit me were her shoes. They wereabout. If I had an attainable ideal, it was leading Europe out of her darkness towards a new age of reason. I have it still.”George Smiley’s concluding words in “A Legacy of Spies” by John Le CarreIt started off as a relatively quiet day in Berlin.Then, it finally seeped into my brain that the veil over the Polish operation and the collusion between Hitler and Stalin was self-evident. The first inklings of the scope of the invasion were fed in like tasty oats to a hungry horse locked in a barn.. ”We got to the cabin and I started taking a bath. When I finished I put on my towel and started walking to the room where I saw my father-in-law sitting on the bed. He said to me, “Can you tell me what this is?” and showed me all my sexy underwear, lingerie, stockings, make-up, etc.—all the stuff I use when I dress to have sex. I was in shock and said in my mind, “How the hell did this come here?” He tells me, he saw a suitcase in the car and put it in the room and when he opened it, he saw all.