Ruddukonnadi.cinima ayepooyendi. Auto lo velluthunnamu. Thanu nannu gattiga karuchukoni kurchonindi.cinnanna maa vayapu chudadam leedu.entiki vachamu....Dinner poorthi ayyendi. Vallu vaari room ku vellaru. Neenu hall lo padukonna. Mum thana room lo ki vellindi.mum padukonindi annatlu druvekarenchukoni chinnamma vaari room thalupulu theruchukoni mellaga naa pakka cherinde.neenu chinnamma mum vasthundemo annanu.atlula ayethe room lo ki poodam raa annadi.akkada chinna naana unnaru kada annanu.. Pierre was more the face of the school because he was the one who daily hauled out the metal cans for the bin men and attempted to keep the small outside garden organized with something less than a green thumb. He was the one to receive the deliveries from the tradesmen and who turned away vendors seeking an audience for peddling their wares.There was a constant steam of posh, upper class young ladies who arrived with a flurry of luggage and some confused parents who were denied actual entrance. Authors NotesThis story is going to be as open ended as I can possibly make it, I'll try and give you as many creative choices as possible to try and shape the path that the reader prefers to follow... a quick note and hint to take on board for the reader is to have Tifa resist as much as possible throughout the chapter selection, otherwise you may miss out on some hot scenes and a lot of content, the story will take its own course. Your role as reader is to take on the persona of one of Tifa's. ‘And I shall be on my best behavior until Cuthy shoves off. That is what I came to tell you.’ ‘Why do I not believe you? I used to trust you, Rob. I used to love and trust you, my elder brother. I thought you’d be a defender of mine, someone I could always turn to.’ ‘I still am, and you can still love me, Constance. It is but a … a different sort of love. More befitting a man and a woman than a brother and a sister.’ He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. ‘That, you see, is the trouble. I.