He asked, “What are all those clocks?”St. Peter replied, “Those are lie clocks. Everyone on earth has a lie-clock. Every time you lie the hands ...n the clock will move.”“Oh,” said the man as he pointed at one of them, “Whose clock is that?”St. Peter replied, “That’s Mother Teresa’s. The hands have never moved, indicating that she never told a lie.”“That’s incredible,” said the man.St. Peter pointed to another clock, “That’s Abraham Lincoln’s clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe. "You got the job, that's wonderful, where is it?" Annie asked."In Manhattan at a modeling agency, I'm going to be the newreceptionist." You should be a model, you're so cute." You think?" Of course, you wait, I bet they'll ask you to be a model." I'm not tall enough and I'm too fat." My goodness dear you're not fat at all, look at me, I should lose twentypounds." I'm fat compared to the models, they're all skin and bone. I don't knowhow they do it." Well, come on now, dinner will get cold.". Coming to story my heroine is a married lady Kruthi from Bangalore. We became friends in online chat. Later exchanged phone numbers and chatting. Chat history in my previous story part-1. After I told her in messaging that I need sex from her and I love her too I have not got any replies for some days. After a week I have sent a message like you forgot me. For which she replied no and because of my words she got disturbed and not replied. I said sorry. She replied its okay but I love you too. I. My groin just got bigger! I’ve got to have this boy, I thought. Since the wash bay was at the back of the hotel, I would be able to sit on my balcony and watch him as he performed his duties.Luckily for me it was a really hot day and as I walked through my apartment to the balcony overlooking the wash bay, I saw Wayne leaning over the car with his shirt off. He blushed when he saw me as he apologised for taking his shirt off. He knew I was a stickler for the rules and no employees were allowed.