" Like what you see?" Yep. You're pretty... pretty, you know."She shakes her head, still smiling."You silver-tongued devil. Such a specific compliment...." Can you tell I'm a student of poetry?" You were pretty good with that Shakespeare last night. Got me all worked up, I tell you." Did you really have no sex for a year and a half before last night?" I ask. She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders."Yeah, why? Was it obvious?" Not at all," I laugh. "It's like riding a bike, I guess. You don't lose. .to islye agar kuch emergency ho to.She: Number to itni jldi koi nei deta but tum shareef lgte ho islye de deti hu.9417******.Me: Thankyou so much.She: Aur han,sirf WhatsApp krna.. Husband ko pta nei lgna chahiye.Me: Hhahaha..Me konsa apka bf hoon.She: Okay bye.I was thinking about her the whole day.Then at night,I texted herMe: Than kyou aaj ke lye.She: Arrey it’s okay.Kitni baar bologe.Me: Aap sweet hi itne ho..jitna bolu kamm hai.She: Line mat maaro.Hahahah.Me: Apne to bola ki maar skta. I could see a small breast pump sitting there. It was still on. It was sucking air and spitting out milk in the back seat. My mouth fell open. I turned my head. I guess the woman driving. Was using her breast pump. She got distracted and ran into the back of my SUV. What the fuck? Was all I could think. I then reached down to grab the breast pump. I turned it off and put in my coat pocket. I looked around, outside the minivan. There was still nobody around. I then fell back with. Dark reddish blondish brownish, Low Cesar haircut. Im a mixed man, mothers Italian, fathers Puerto Rican and Indonesian. I dont know my parents, they were killed in a high jacking in a airplane coming from Italy visiting my grandparents on my moms side. All I know is at five I was living with my grandfather on my dads side, In Puerto Rico, and things changed from the start. I went from hi middle-class, proper education and proper dressed. To living in the projects no one cared for going to.