He continued, “I hear that you are such a whore that you cheat on your boyfriends.” Lottie’s face turned red. How did he know so much about her?... Who had he been talking to about her? She had cheated on a lot of boyfriends, so it was impossible to use that clue. The deep voice continued, “You have no real friends because they all know what a whore you are and that you cannot be trusted. You are alone and all the cocks in the World can’t fill you up, enough. You are a sad, lonely woman and I am. He didn’t come out until his senior year of high school. He was afraid that everyone would hate him and his friends would leave him. He had been going out with a girl to keep up pretenses and told her first. “Of course you are, honey,” she told him. “Everybody already knows.” It turned out to be true. Brett was six-three and had played basketball. He told the coach who said, “Thank God, we don’t have to dance around the issue any more.” Brett had been astounded. His teammates, the girl he was. ”“I’m not that sort of a girl, Eric.”“What sort of a girl are you?”“What sort of a girl do you think I am?” she asked.“I think you’re the sort who answers a question with another question ... the sort who drives a Nissan Leaf. I never met one of those before.”“I’ll tell you the sort of girl I am. I’m not the sort of girl who kisses on a first date.”“Actually, this is our second date,” I replied.“Not on the second, either.”“I’ll tell you the sort of guy I am. I’m the sort who would never force. Aur wo bhi muskurane laga.. Ab Aslam ka lund meri pavitra choot ke darwaze ko todne wala tha.. Mai bhi tayyar thi… Aslam ne apna lund kisi qadar thoda sa piche kiya aur meri aankh milate hue kaha…. Chinaaal raaand aaj mai teri choot ka bhosda bana dunga… mai bhi Aslam ke lund ke jazbe bhare jhatke ka intezaar karte boli… tod dalo meri dharmik wali choot ka darwaza Aslam… Aslam ke chahre per aisa laga ke jaise wo koi bada wazan utharah ho… phir meri aankho mein ghoorte hue Aslam ne ek zor daar.