Now I have totell the whole story. I kept it secret for three years but I have to get itout. Read "My Blonde Experience" and this takes place three mo...nthslater. I had to swallow my pride for taking ahorrible beating at the hands of this cute blonde but he also took a horriblebeating at my hands. I wanted to contact him so bad so a couple of months afterour match I called him up and demanded a rematch. At first he hesitated becausehe knew the pain he went thru himself but then he agreed. We had. Meeting ki date fix ho gayi me meeting ka din agya. Me ghar pe bata ya 2 din bad lotunga. …Me mumbai ke laye nikal gaya …Me mumbai pochane se pahile unko call kiya …O boli bandra station pe utar jao ….Me bandra utar ke call kiya ohh mera intajar kar rahi thi ….Call pe bat kar he raha tha mere baju me white colour ki honda city ake khadi ho gayi ….Or darvja khula neha boli andar bheto …Me unko dekhe ke hairan he ho gaya …Kya lag rahi thi unho ne sadi pahini thi or slive less blouse unake ball. It had rough hewn stone walls that gave the impression of great age. The granite was a light gray color that prevented the atmosphere from being dark. Torches set into the walls provided light for the room. The spaces between them were covered with tapestries that showed scenes of life in a medieval royal court. A large fireplace, complete with fire, filled one side of the room. Another wall held a collection of weapons.The arched ceiling, like those found in a cathedral, seemed to reach into. I wore my favorite outfit for his home coming. I had a super short pleated brown mini-skirt. I always wore it with my own super tight polyester old man shirt with a brown zig-zag pattern. I wore huge clunky wooden platform shoes. I had just died my hair a fiery shade of orange and I used the hot rollers to have bouncy curls. I wanted him to notice me. Jason had to see what was happening. We couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other. He couldn’t resist hugging me over and over and calling.