"How's it going? Didn't expect to see you here." I said shaking his hand."Who do you think suggested you for this project?" Ethan said with a smile."T...anks." I said feeling a little more comfortable with the situation.The producer and the head of the studios were also there when we sat down for the meeting."I assume you have some questions and I figure it's best that Ethan explains things." Robert Gregory said.He was slim Caucasian man of small stature but greatly respected among his peers.. Advertising moved over to North Road about two years ago. Just before you and Ken got married.” Caitlin nodded. Then she noticed the toilet door open and Ken emerge. He was shaking the dampness off his hands that the drier hadn’t blown away. “Don’t tell Ken I asked,” hissed Caitlin. “I don’t want him to think I’ve been prying or anything.” “Of course not,” said Vincent standing up to let Ken squeeze through to the seat next to Caitlin. “Want another drink?” he asked the couple. “It’s my round.”. “Let me go!” the teenager screamed now, her whole body squirming as the man pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles and managed to get one foot out the hole, leaving the garment hanging around her left ankle.“Help! Somebody help me!” she shouted, hoping against hope that one of her neighbours had chosen to stay home that day as the full extent of her predicament set in. There she was, the long lawn chair having dropped half to the ground, her body bent over backwards, her ass in the air. The seasoned granny moved the blade, and sliced off... a couple of hairs of Anna's already sparse blonde bush.The Russian released the air she had kept in, and laughed nervously. What a relief!The old lady didn't seem to pay much attention to it all, and swiftly moved the blade through the shaving-cream she had rubbed into the girl's pubic hair. It clearly was a pretty standard job for her. In a matter of seconds, a nicely trimmed thin line was all that was left. It wonderfully integrated into.