In a field on the far side of the railroad tracks, there was an emerging tent city. There were three generations of tents being used. The oldest gener...ation of tent was the smallest, and was much heavier than the larger tents of the newest generation. There was no rhyme or reason as to which generation of tents went where, so that the result looked like some kind of patchwork quilt. There weren’t enough portable toilets for the number of men. Already there was a line of men waiting to use them.. “Well, no, I’m not fine really, Mummy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but all my siblings have yellow breasts and my breast was a boring brown but now it is starting to go red. Our cousins from the wood were making fun of my red breast, so I tried to dust my chest with daisy pollen, but the dust got up my nose and made me sneeze.”“Oh Robbie, you poor dear,” clucked Mrs Blue Tit. “Let’s fly back to our nest, it’s time your Daddy and me gave you The Talk. We knew it would come one day, and it. I started to head to the back of the queue but Mark stopped me and said that he’d called ahead and got our names on the list so we could go straight in which, considering the cold weather, seemed like a definite blessing. We all gave all our names to the bouncer and they just nodded as each of us went in but as I went past one patted me on the shoulder and said “hope you enjoy your time here” to which I just replied “thanks” and hurried to get in. Looking behind me on the way down the corridor. Ab story pe aata, baat kuch months pehle ki hai mere seher mein ek nepali aurat rehti hai uska apna ladies tailoring boutiqe hai, main jab v usko dekhta hu mere lund aur badan me aag si lag jaati hai, kyu ki wo aisi hi hai uski height 5 hogi aur uske chuchi 36 hoga but da most attractive part hi her gaand ekdum gol aur lagta hai ki do bada size ka tarbuz ek sath chal raha hai, main hamesha usse baat karne ka chance khozta hu but kabhi haath nhi laga,Ek din main duliajan se aa raha tha to maine.