Through some means that we haven't quite figured out yet, we kinda have this 'telepathic twin' thing going. Not like we can talk or anything -- all ag...nts get *that* telepathy -- but we sort of feel whatever the other one is feeling. It's like we're the 'Whore's Can Sisters.'CAITLIN (pulling hair): That's 'CORSICAN BROTHERS'! And you neglected to mention that since you're such an out-of-control nymphomaniac, that you deliberately designed your body with an 'elevated hormone level' which is. His lips never really left her skin, and with each kiss his tongue would trace a delicate line on her skin before moving on to the next place, and the next. Always a little higher. She felt as if every atom of energy inside her was rushing to the place where his tongue touched her. She cradled her forehead in her left hand, hoping that she looked as if she were concentrating very hard on her book, when in fact she was concentrating very hard on breathing quietly through her nose. It wasn’t. ”Sudeshna madam – “ chairman sir abhi bhi office mai hai?”Me – “ madam sir office mai the par abhi abhi mere notes check karne ke baad woh shayad apne andar ke room mai aaram karne chale gaye hai.”Yeh sunn ke unke chehare pe ek halki si muskaan ayi aur woh kisi sooch mai padd gayi thi.Me – “madam aapko sir se koi kaam the?”Mere baat se jaise woh apne khayalo se bahar ayi aur unho ne kahaSudeshna madam – “ nahi woh chairman sir ne kaha tha ki tumhari class leni thi, toh mai sooch rahi thi kyu. Each time he trims the pasture, we rake it. That picks up both the grass trimmings and the horse-apples. The big bins you see along the fence are compost. The trimmings and all household food waste go into the compost bins. When we turn the soil, we'll compost it as well. We could get cattle manure from a neighboring farm, but they feed supplements and give hormones and antibiotics to their cattle. We're not actually certain how much of that passes through their system into the manure." Are you.