The semester was starting kind of slow for me. The only change in my schedule was having creative writing instead of expository writing. One of my cla...ssmates—I’m happy to say I wasn’t the wiseass—asked if creative writing meant we were going to be writing news stories for the local television station.Ms. Faber suggested that creative writing and fiction writing were not synonymous and perhaps he should switch to journalism. We all had a good laugh and it looked like she’d be a good teacher. It. ” I watched as he correctly applied the condom. My face was burning with embarrassment. “It’s alright,” he soothed me. He brought me on top of him so he could stroke my hair. “I don’t mind.” I hadn’t been with many guys, and they’d always put their own bloody condoms on. How was I supposed to know you had to unroll it special like that? I thought you just whacked it on there. “Relax. Breathe, Lib.” “I was...” I realised I wasn’t. “We can’t do this.” “Don’t panic, sweet.” He stroked my hair. “Special Agent Fernandez, good morning,” I say to him.“David, you do understand that you don’t have to call me Special Agent Fernandez every time? Don’t you? Just call me Jose, I do respond to that,” He tells me.“OK, Jose, a couple of questions. First, how many agents will be here? I’ve got my group heading back to work and resuming their normal routines unless you have an objection,” I tell him.“No, no objection. Getting back to your normal life only pisses off the criminals that they didn’t. Tak pura kaap rha tha phir aadhe ghante baad unho ne bahar se awaz lagayi Ki khaana khaane aa jao main muh jhuka ke table pe baith gya aur khaana khaake apne room main jaa rha tha utne main maa boli Ki aadhe ghante baad mere room main aao Maine apna sar hila ke haan bola main jab unke room main gya toh unho ne ek white colour Ki transparent sarree pehni hui thi jisse unki gand aur choot aaram se dikh rhi thi .Maa – aaj tum apne room main kya Kr rhe the ?Main – kuch nhiMaa – main nana ko sab.