My Indian Wife

I never remember packing a night's worth of clothes that fast. When I got to her house I saw my two friends there as well. Chris, who was like a big b...other to me, was just itching to knock me down and crush me in one of out playing around fights. He stood about 5'10" and was, needless to say, one big guy. His younger brother, Ty, was also there, talking to my girlfriend. I steped out of her mother's van and was welcomed with a heavy-hitting tackle/hug from Mary and a punch in the shoulder from. To be honest, she liked the attention. Carla noticed that Kenny had rubbed his sleeve into the vegetables. She leaned over and picked some of the spinach off. He couldn’t help but look down her dress, but he kept his head down and mumbled, “oh, thanks.” When he looked back up furtively, she looked him straight in the eye and winked. “Oh shit, did she catch me?” his mind raced. As dinner continued and they moved onto dessert, the crowd was nearing its inevitable intoxicated state. Everyone was. More

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