Kuch din bad mana ma sa phir kaha k ma aap udas kyu rahti hai. Usna kaha kuch nahi lekin mana kaha koi na koi bat to zaroor hai.Maa: ma tumhara papa k...i wajah sa parashan huMa: par papa na kya kiya.Maa: tumhara papa na dusri shadi k hai.I: par aap ko kaisa maloom pada.Maa: tumhara papa ka driver na kaha.I: kya ma papa sa bat karoo.Maa: bat karna ka ab koie faida nahi ha. Muja samaj nahi aata hai k ma kya karu.I: mara hisab sa aap papa ko talak degya. Aur ab ma b job karta hu ma b aap ko sambhal. "I don't live far. I walked, I alwaysdo." I live pretty close myself, just around the block, actually." You have a cold beer at the house?" he asked."I sure do. My car's right here. I was going to walk, but jumped in the carat the last minute. I can give you lift, too, from my house, after the beer,if you'd like."We were silent in the car. I had no idea what to say to a guy like that,something like, "Gee, you have a nice dick?" Nice place you have," he said."Thanks, just divorced. I try to keep. "Yes, of course. Thank you, I'd like a coke." She doesn't ask Zeph. He just bows his head.I go the bar. There's a group of men in similar outfits to Zeph's. Hoods or masks seem commonplace, collars are evidently obligatory, and apart from that, there's a lot of flesh, much of it sprinkled with tattoos, and body piercings. The girl behind the bar, "dressed" to match her clients on the other side of it, asks me what I want.I remind her that there are others before, me but she points out that subs. I was careful to get adjacent chairs; it was my plan to make her forget Mike – as much as you can forget a six inch plug in your pussy – and get her when she least expected it. Rupali’s nails were still drying when I was all done so this was my big chance. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be in the surf shop, babe. Give me a buzz when you’re done.” “I won’t be long,” she said kissing me back. “See you in 10.” I turned on my heel and swept out in a swish of white cotton, hiding.