"So...why did it end?" She continued. (Damn this vixen's memory!) Searching through a drawer, I removed a handful of papers and sat beside my diminuti...ve brunette. "It's very difficult for me to talk about," as I handed her a typed piece of paper.Reading to herself, she said, "It was a dark and Stormy night...I don't understand." Oh, sorry, wrong paper. That is something Snoopy sent me for editing. Leaning to kiss her forehead, I continued: "Zoey committed suicide, and it took me a long time to. Main koi bhaw na deti hui Amit bhaiya ke taraf mudi aur boli: To aap kuch bol rahe the?Amit bhaiya: Naah nahi, kuch nahi.Main dhyaan dene lagi ki Amit bhaiya bhale meri tareef mein mujhe sexy kah gaye par is baar unme kuch alag tha. Isse pahle agar main unke bagal mein aakar ayse janghe dikhati hui baithti to woh ghabrate aur sharmate jayse pahli baar ladki ke bagal mein baithe ho. Par ab woh kafi sadharan se the.Main kitchen ke taraf dekhi aur fir apni hath unke jangh par rakh boli: To kaysa. .. though at close quarters they seemed on the precipice of both. They rode together atop an emaciated brown horse. She appeared to be of a height scarcely less than Éowyn’s, with thick golden waves of hair cascading around her shoulders, but that’s where any resemblance ended. Her threadbare clothing, stained and torn in places, strained mightily to conceal her overtly voluptuous figure. Soft cheeks, plump red lips, fulsome breasts that threatened to explode through her cotton shirt, shapely. But the problem is, MY secondary sex characteristics don’t interest you, except perhaps in a clinical way.”“No, they don’t,” she sighed. “But sometimes I wonder if there’s a way to make it work.”“I’m not sure trying to force your sexuality to the opposite side is something you even want to contemplate, let alone attempt.”“How important is sex to you?”“I’m not quite sure what you’re asking.”“I mean, is having Kristin in your bed the reason you’re screwing her, or is it that you need or want.