My imagination was running wild as I watched her dance of seduction. I looked up as she turned her head to watch me. Her hair had fallen over one eye,...and, at that moment, I knew I would do whatever she asked of me. She was smiling as she kept rotating her hips. I watched as she started to lower the band of her thong. At the same time, she was bending over pushing her ass closer to my face. As she moved her hip to the left, she lowered the right side. Then she did the same as she shifted to the. With all of the WTF?? factor of a comedy show doing heavy political thinking and turning an actual idea into a comedy series/drama/variety hour, the pieces of this puzzle fall into place.(NOTE: THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE ROBIN LEFT US, FYI.)Garunda Communications is a fictitious business. It is bringing you this show from another reality, so as far as 'is this a real television show?' goes, the answer is 'maybe' and there are a lot of very odd variables involved in this that I have no idea on how. He started to blackmail me and threatened to inform the police and my husband. I prayed for mercy. One night I was asked to sleep outside the verandah. The mother was sleeping in the bed room. The son was sleeping in his bed room. I was sleeping in the verandah. I felt asleep but purposely I removed my sari front portion and my big and beautiful and bulging breasts were fully visible like two heels. The son’s room was opened. He came out at night 2:30 and found me on the ground in the verandah. Arrogantly, you had hoped that she needed you. Now you understand more clearly that she does not need you. She does not need anyone. You had hoped that your beauty might seduce her, that your intelligence might intrigue her, that your submission might tease her unmercifully, but that illusion is now well beyond any realization. I know full well the depth of your hopes. Your hope, that she would fall in love with you. Your hope, that she would find your presence so comforting that it would.