So I find that you are literally scared of your mother! That’s good”, she said.“Aren’t you scared of your mother?”“Yes! I was extremely sc...red of her! It was probably the hardest day of my life to confess my love to her!” she said.“Where is he now?”Probably this question pushed her to depression more.“Sorry,” I said after getting no reply.“He is working in the gulfs … For money …”, she probably left her sentence unfinished.“Doesn’t he comes home?”, I asked her out of the query.After a long. (But not for the reasons you might be thinking… keep reading. And if you've read this blog before, you need to read it again).Since this was the only spray tanning place in town, I saw women of all ages, sizes, skin tones and height. I spray tanned college girls, high school seniors for prom, moms, teachers, business owners, and more. I saw tons of women at their most vulnerable state—naked, in front of a mirror, while another woman (that would be me) stood in front of them. Read over that last. Damn.As night fell, most of the soup was pushed into the back of the fridge while Mel tried to calm his stomach with a yoghurt. Still hungry but not interested in eating, Mel distracted his racing mind by retracing his steps through an old but favorite video game, a Lara Croft adventure. Tracy had rolled her eyes when she first learned of his love for the busty heroine wearing short shorts. Mel tried to explain the complicated puzzle-solving nature of the overall game, but she just called him a. Ye sab 18-20 dino tak chala. Ek din moka paakar maine usse apne pyar ka izhar kar hi diya. To usne bhi kaha ki wo bhi mujhse pyar karti hai lekin apni malkin se darti hai. Agle din maine usse dubhara ishaara kiya to usne koi response nahi diya. Main bechain ho gaya or kai baar usse ishaare dene laga par usne koi reaction nahi diya. To mujhe gussa aagaya. Office se jaate-jaate maine apne office ka field officer (jo mera dost bangaya tha) Se kaha ki main abb tin-char din tak nahi aaunga to usne.