' Words that reminded me of my unhappy high school years.Words that told me of what a sin it was to be different, to be smarter, and to be chronically... shy. The sin of 'homo' and the sin of knowing the answers in class.I decided to visit my local. At least it was my local when I lived in the area. It was clear across town, but when I arrived there I was not tired, buoyed as I was with chemical energy.The pub was filled with people I knew, from work and from the neighbourhood. I was hauled to a. You did see stocking-tops occasionally on telly, like in sitcoms or Carry On films, and sometimes cleavage or tight tops too. I remember the girl in the short skirt in ‘Till Death Do Us part’, or Franscea Annis on a k**s show always wearing a short skirt, Lulu dancing in Her mini on ToTP, so the telly was a good source of lucky views sometimes, problem was there was no recording, no pause live TV or anything like that. So when a girl was on screen, there was no way of knowing how long the. They would rot and where would be the benefit in that?As for Christine, my thoughts had turned in a diametrically different direction because I have a man's needs and desires and affections.I have emotions.With her, I'd ask her to be nice. I'd ask politely. I'd provide her with every courtesy. I'd be suave, and then, if she dared to said no I'd remind her that I am King and Lord and Monarch of my Kingdom, and she must obey my laws as others have obeyed them.She must fuck me.Surely, she'll have. Usne ye bhi kaha tha ke tum itna kya dekhrahe ho, maine kaha kuch nahi aur ghar chalagaya.Mai ghar jakar msg kiMe: bhabhi ji thanks for wearing sleeveless blouse and saree, you look so hot and sexy in it.Manasa: hahaha its ok, mujhe itna bhi mat ghuro sab ke saamne , it’s hospital.Me: oh no sorry bhabhi ji.Manasa: tumko aur kya kya dekhna acha lagta hi mujhme?Me: am afraid to tell bhabhiManasa: it’s ok, common tell, we both are friendsMe: bhabhi ji jab apka jism paseene se bheegjata hi uss waqt.