“Warrey Wah! Look, look, over here!!! What a face, what a figure! She is a killer!” Ashok felt handicapped. He needed more than one pair of eyes (so wide open that they would pop out of their sockets anytime) to admire the skimpily clad sexy chick on the front page of a leading fashion magazine.
“OOOOOOOO WOW she is simply gorgeous! Is she really a lady or a wax doll? My my my!!!” Amit extended the services of his eyes to where Ashok was pointing to.
These two bachelor friends in their twenties were bachelors in the real sense. In spite of having watched a number of adults-only movies or having browsed thru numerous pornography magazines, they were still virgins. Confused between the Indian tradition and culture, their own physical calls and lack of opportunities, they remained so. Imagination, expectation and anticipation coupled together proved to be more vicious than any Viagra of any kind. They always got excited at the slightest smell of female for it was something that they had never smelt in reality.
