He told me about his early twenties doing dangerous and i*****l things on the beaches of Hawaii. He'd moved to the mainland, met his first wife, had a...c***d, divorced, met his second wife, bought a house, and had a second c***d… whose name, coincidentally, was the same as mine. He read a lot, loved music of all kinds, and got every reference I threw at him. I told him how much I hated living in Los Angeles, the failures of my relationship with Jason. I pressed him for details on his attempts to. The drainage pipe that was to be Zeus' point of access to the upper canal was not visible, but was on the architect's drawing, which was on file in the county offices.Good luck, Zeus.He would probably not need luck to get this far. I calculated his probability of success as 99.3% to reach the dam. The overall chance that he would reach the pickup point was 84.8%. Still good. The probability that he would do so without being hurt in some way was somewhat less: 68.1%. I decided not to try and. So I’m basically from Mumbai it started when i was in 1st year off my collage. I am an average guy coming from a very decent family. My dad is a scientist. i met this girl called Ankita she was really very beautiful and cute the moment she entered in our class on our 1st day and evey1 was mad on her but guys to let u knw shez nt the heroin of the story the heroin of this story is her mom the real time beauty a 38yr women with marvelous structure and sweetest voice. She was not so good looking. The shirts were long and would come down just over her ass.“That is what I want you to wear around the house.”“Where are the shorts to go with?” “No shorts sweetie, just the shirt.”Turn around. It was just perfect. The shirt said. “Kelsey loves her Dad.”The shirt was tight and showed of all her curves. Give me a bend over “Kelsey.” “Dad, I am not going to wear this. This is slut clothes.”That’s the whole idea I thought. She just gave me a look when the door bell rang.OH Fuck, it is the.