I can understand you calling me a stupid, I have not logged on this site to listen to your nonsense but to get aroused and enjoy myself. We catch up w...ith Sweetha Agarwal right away. Sitting on a chair in the deserted private beach of Pondicherry trying to read an uninspiring novel it was I as though some sixth sense beckoned me to look up and as I did my heart pounded and I could literally feel the blooding gushing though my veins, my hands became weak and the book fell to the sand. I blinked. We walked onto the sand, it was hot, even in my sandals, and as we made our way towards a group of mostly older fat men, I could see they were stroking themselves, they were staring intently at a couple on the ground, I knew they were fucking, and my heart pounded, they had not seen my yet, and as I fantasized about taking them with me, I turned back to the older man who saw me touch myself intimately, he was following, he wanted me, and I smiled at the thought, what a fucking day this was. I need to pursue the depths with a monks dedication. There areno brakes anymore, just consequences. Its going to be tough and itsgoing to suck but I know its right and absolute, honestly, that's all Iever asked out of life. I have no desire in being in a man on man, hiking buddies, sweaters andantiquing kind of thing. I have no interest whatsoever in subtle. I needto scream! I want it all! I want to be Tammy Wynette! I want to Stand bymy Man! I want to be Donna Reed! Fuck equal rights, I don't. Panicking, she hung up. ‘Oh my god, he picked up!’ Rosalie wailed. ‘So… you hang up on him?!’ Jen laughed again, ‘What are we going to do with you?’ ‘This isn’t funny! For all we know this guy could be a murderer or puppy-killer or something!’ ‘Yeah he might be… but you still think he’s gorgeous!’ Jen said with a wink. ‘That really doesn’t help me, thanks for all the advice,’ said Rosalie sarcastically. Giving her a serious look, Jen grabbed her hand with the phone. ‘Look, you know I’m just.