“Everything. Every little detail.”“Okay,” she snuggled closer in agreement. She pulled a small piece of carefully rolled paper out of her bra....Appropriate place for it, I mused. She opened it slowly. “He left this, along with a keycard to his hotel room. At first I was unsure what it was, but after reading his note, I knew.”I took the note from her and read it. It was written in beautiful penmanship, almost as if he had prepared it beforehand. “Christine, you are an incredibly gorgeous woman. I. I met him when he was 17, his girlfriend worked at the Subway I managed, and he and his friends asked if they could use our parking lot to practice their skateboard moves. What gay man in his right mind wouldn't let a bunch of teenage skaters play in the lot? They helped bring in business, running around with shirts off, and they actually bought food and drinks as well. Back to the story, Darrin(not his real name of course) was a hot trim red head, smooth body and long, almost wild hair. He. Pick the kind of restaurant you’d want to take her on a special occasion.”He nodded. “Okay, then how about the Captain’s Table?” he suggested. “It’s new, so I don’t really know much about it, but a couple of people from work have been there and said the food and service was good.”I nodded and looked up the place on the internet, found their number and gave them a call. “Hello,” I said when the phone was answered. “I’m looking to host a private dinner this Saturday and The Captain’s Table was. Rakesh had stopped car near vadilal icecream parlour.rahul asked our favourite flavours .Rita : I like strawberry flavor.Roma ; I like choco flavor.Rajesh : I like black current.Rahul went out and brought icecream for us .he had given strawberry flavor to rita, rita opened icecram and put some icecream on my yogiraj and started licking. roma had also joined her. they had finished strawberry icecream break in the way. we reached at the rakesh flat. We entered their home. we reached their bedroom.