I've learned ... That money doesn't buy class.I've learned ... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.I've learned ... T...hat under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.I've learned ... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.I 've learned ... That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.I've learned ... That love, not time, heals all wounds.I've learned ... That the. I want you in fantasize about you just dont push me away dont push the guy who love you” there he kissed mom’s cheek and her lips and mom did’nt responded or resisted so he kept kissing her then mom frowned “mukund ye galat hai nikal jao yahan se kya kar rahe ho” she tried to resist but Mukund’s influence became overpowering and she gave inshe wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer and they kept kissing for like 15 minutes when mukund took her kameez off and started squeezing her big. Well, if these fuckers don't migrate, I'll have plenty of food – if I can just kill without getting my ass skewered by those horns, or stomped into mush by those pissed-off locomotives that look like buffalo. Then there's that black thing that might be this world's version of a panther that, with my luck, will be trying to eat my ass while I'm stalking my dinner. Well, they told me that the life expectancy here wasn't great. Looks like they damn sure weren't kidding.There were a few trees. I thought that he would be the first and the last of my unprofessional encounters but it seemed that more and more attractive and lonely men found their way into my studio and I was somehow always ready. I fucked two in the first week after Maxwell. One was built like a Greek god, his abs showed through his shirt. I knew what to do with him the moment he walked in. I didn't even charge him for the massage. What was happening to me? Was the stereotype coming true? Was I no more than a glorified.