Sarithanu varsham valise antha varaku akkada undham ani cheppanu. Ame kuda one minute agi oppukundi.Iddaram a intiki vacchi talupu therichi lopaliki v...llamu. Maa battalu poortiga tadichi poyaie saritha thana kongunu pindukoni moham thuduchukunttundi. Appudu ame goduma rangu sarre matching blouse vesukundhi. Mottham thaduvadam valla ame sarre mottahm vontiki anttuku poi undi blouse lonudi bra cearga kanipisthundhi. A seen choodagane naa rod lechi nilabadindhi ame nu elagaina dengalani. " It's no problem."Another pause. "So. Anyway I was saying earlier that our mutual acquaintance Jenny had some interesting things to say about your guys' relationship. I figured-- as long as I had you-- may as well get your take." Sure." And, I mean-- some of this was pretty personal. I hope you don't mind that she told me and if you don't wanna answer that's okay, too..." The way she said it made it seem as though what she really wanted to hear was that I would be honest and answer all her. Once I finished the stew, I sat back to listen to a flute player who was trying to earn his supper. The guy was pretty good, and he was playing songs from the game, of course. A few people even got up and danced when he played Only the Lonely Boy.Walking over, I dropped a few gold coins into his cup — double what he'd earned from everyone else all evening. "Bless you, Sir," he said gratefully."You're good, you earned it," I said, and then yawned. Bedtime for me, now, I thought, and headed. “Thank you very much Mr. Depp.” I replied redundantly. “My girlfriend, Tasha, and I are huge fans.” In public Tasha and I referred to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. It helped limit the problems of introducing her as my step-daughter. The fact that we are pseudo-incestuous lovers is something we kept private. “Why are you just fetching.” He said in his scruff near British accent, taking Tasha’s hand and kissing it.Tasha giggled.“We are just so star stuck, Mr. Depp.” I nearly stammered..