Main Drag... Gas Main..." "My poor baby!" "My aching back!" Herbert T. Gillis said, thumping his elbows down on the grocery checkout counter.= = = "I,... like, think your Dad likes the new me better," May N. said, coming up onto the second floor over the grocery. "You're right. He didn't yell at all," Dobie said, turning around. "Just some loud talking." "He's always like that." "Like, true." "You'll sleep in the spare room," Dobie said, pointing off to the room end of the hallway of doors around. Agle din me mmy ko apni byk pe bitha ke bazar lekr gaya ab mmy ka mere sath bethne ka tarika bht hi alag tha wo aise bethi thi like my wife ,aur mjhe bhi bohot proud mehsus ho raha tha phir hum cosmetic shop me gaye aur hmne mangalsutra kharida aur sindoor liya mmy ne mere liye kurta pajama liya aur apne liye ek lehanga aur hm ghar wapas aa gaye hm do taiyar hue mmy dulhan ke roop me kayamat lag rahi thi aur mane ghar me choti si aag jalayi aur mmy ke sath sath fere liye aur mangalsutre pehnake. What to wear? How to do the hair? What shoes? Which car to drive? The BBM group was going crazy. I finally made to the parlor for my 10 AM appointment.Ah such joy. So relaxing to get a nice head massage, getting your hair shampooed, conditioned, straightened and sculpted to perfection. I drove back home and cracked open a bottle of 2005 Australian Shiraz. Yes I know it is midday, but who gives a fuck. It is day before New Year, I am entitled to get drunk whenever I want to!Oh goodness! I looked. Instead, Xavier glued himself to Ayn and breathed in the other’s scent, burying his head for a moment at the hollow between neck and shoulder, a mix between the strong leather fragrance and Ayn’s personal smell making him lightheaded.There was a moment there, a window of opportunity Ayn didn’t want to miss. He let his hands travel to his master’s sides, brushing over the small of the man’s back. Xavier was wearing nothing but loose black silk pajama pants. Bold hands reached lower and lower.