I could hear the crunch and knew the knee would need to be reconstructed.Ada stared at me, mumbled, "Oh, Davey!" as she collapsed.Her skin felt greasy... and her pulse was racing so I threw her into the van and raced to the hospital. I told them what happened, that it was alcohol and/or drugs. They took her away and I went back to admitting to fill out the damn paperwork.I sat down and waited for the doctor. I was crying, wondering how my life had turned to shit so fast.The doctor came in and. Shriya: hay ye 3 din pata nahi kaise katenge.Me: ye 3 din hum Facebook whatsapp ya phone par bilkul bhi ek dusre ko contact nahi karenge.Shriya: par kyo.Me: isliyea kyoki tabhi hum dono me sex ki tadaf jyada hogi.Shriya: sex ki tadaf to mujhme kut kut k bhari padi hai.Me: that’s final . Itna to mera bhi kahna mano tum.Shriya: thik hai koshish karti hu.Fir agle 3din humne ek dusre ko bilkul bhi contact nahi kiya.4th day mai uske bataye jagah par fix time par pahunch gaya. 11 baje usne call kiya. Rachel Maddow was positively apoplectic upon "discovering" that presidents have private lives. You would have thought I got caught playing house with an intern in the Oval Office, the way she babbled on and on about the damage she thought I did to the office of the President, by dating a woman.The voters couldn't possibly care less, and according to our internal pollsters, every time MSNBC did a hit piece on my heterosexuality, their ratings suffered.I guess we really do live in an enlightened. I'm left with a sinkingfeeling in my stomach: The dread of having to see that guy again, thehumiliation of the whole ordeal so far, and the unfulfilled horninessafter experiencing an exaggerated form of my ultimate fantasy but stillbeing stuck in chastity. At the end of it all Sammy gives me the guys'number and tells me she'll help me to go shopping for an outfit.A couple of days go by and, horny as hell and needing a release, I callthe guy (finally find out his name is James) to arrange a.