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"Why?" "It's like the Sinhalese word cukula." Cukula also literally meant rooster. Roosters are mostly slaughtered for meat. But you need to keep at least one around so that the hens can reproduce. That one rooster routinely mates with a whole row of hens. He is king of the chicken coop; he can have any female he wants. He's a cock. Thus, in Sinhalese slang, cukula means a swinger, or ladies' man. Tony's father had once explained this to him, in the context of another joke. Manjula, who spoke Sinhalese as well as Tamil and English, knew this well. She began to laugh again, a merry laugh, her eyes twinkling. Tony stared wonderingly into her face, thinking again how beautiful she was. And the outfit she was now wearing — a short navel top, leaving her midriff exposed, and cut-off jeans, showing off her lovely brown legs — brought out a surge of emotions in him. Tony thought about how much fun she was to be with, whether they were seriously studying, looking at videos, or even staring at girls together. He looked into her eyes, which had lost that scared look entirely, now carefree and cared for. He did not even think about what he was doing until his lips were touching hers. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to be close to her, as close as he possibly could. The touch of her lips felt so wonderful, and her scent filled his senses with delight. He put his arms around her; she was so warm and clean and adorable. He just held her, lips locked, for a long time. Tony pulled back and gazed into her eyes again. He saw warmth there, but also nervousness. "I'm sorry, I—" "That is all right. It felt good." He wasn't quite sure what to say after that, but settled for just leaning back against his seat, her hand in his. "I will see you in class on Wednesday," she said on leaving the bus. That was in two days' time. Too late, after she'd gone, did he remember he'd forgotten to get her phone number, or offer his. That night in bed Tony found himself with a raging hard-on. It was not every day you got to watch a very sexy girl desi try on equally sexy clothes, and be rewarded with a tender kiss. That brief glimpse he'd caught of her in her underwear — he was tantalized by the memory, of that smooth, narrow indian tummy, the alluring curve of her navel, the silky elegance of her thighs. He wondered what she was doing with the lingerie she'd bought. He felt like he would give anything to see her nude. He had searched the net for years, but had never been able to find professionally produced porn featuring South Indian or Sri Lankan girls, only low-quality, dimly-lit crap taken on someone's cell phone. But was it right? well it is yours if you want it, her girls where all shaking their heads yes, she said well, I think we will take it. Hearing her moan as he ran his tongue over her desi body, or how loudly she'll be screaming as he fucks her brains out... And with providers twenty minutes is usually the longest that they make you wait to show up. Lesslie watched as Melissa played with Mutt, she wanted to throw up, never had she seen such a disgusting act of total indian perversion. We’ll have to thank Mr. Poulos if we see him again.” A moment later they were both in the infirmary. "It's alright," Antoine answered guardedly. “You'll show them. Lisa Montero just confessed to me that she was interested in me and not as Chad now but Squirt back then. "I think my dick feels the same way. She kissed her stomach, soft again, giving her all the attention, and slowly she changed the placement, but making sure to move lower.