Sam my business partner stood with his teenage boy Ryan at the water fountain talking to his secretary Marsha a fifty year old attractive woman who dr...ssed like she was 16 and skinny. All her clothes were at least two sizes too small. Sam noticed Victoria in her little black dress and high heels. I made introductions. "Marsha could you show Victoria around today?"Okay. What about Ryan? I could use him …." Yes " Sam and I replied. Marsha looked happy. Sam and I walked in to my office."Have you. “We’ve got the email!” the brunette fired at him like a salvo. “With a picture! All ready to go! Your death squad failed! So you have to give it up!”It was surprising the Davies let their daughter speak for them. Though perhaps that approach to parenting accounted for the bold way she behaved.He looked the brunette quintuplets over again. Possibly it had been an oversight not to see them before deciding about their disposal: certainly they looked human; alluringly human, even. In fact he had to. Her breasts were pumping out of her blouse and clearly visible through her transparent sari. They were so big that even her blouse cups couldn’t cover them whole, consequently exposing her wild cleavages. Her waist was slim and her sari was worn below her navel. I began teaching her son from that day itself. Every day I and her son would sit in the hall to study. Many a times Nazma would come and sit in front of us doing some house work like cutting vegetables or knitting etc. Many days passed. " Is it legal? Can we do that?" Why wouldn't it be? We know how much we need, and we have a good idea about what price we can afford to pay for it. There isn't any reason why we can't trade against the edges. All we'd need would be a contract where they agree to accept delivery of some grain, if the need ever arises. We could charge them twenty percent of profits as our commission, and still make them some very good money. We'd probably end up lowering their grain cost, like we did ours. Best.