If only she didn't enjoy her freedom and independence so much, she might consider settling in with one guy. That is, if she could find one guy that wa... worthwhile."Damn it Tiger, why isn't this like the fairy tales? I kiss you and you turn into prince charming."Tiger sat down near her face and looked at her as if he was actually listening."Whadda ya think, Tiger? Is this bod good enough for prince charming?"Rita stretched her five-foot frame out and admired herself. Even though she was lying on. "******Ben Kline unbuckled his seat belt as he put his car's transmission into the park gear before turning off the car's motor. He glanced at his craggy face in the visor's small mirror as he ran a large hand through his thinning hair. Another eight to ten years of ever-increasing hair loss and his head would look like a billiard ball with fringe around the side, just like his old man's head. Running his hand across his sandpaper feeling chin, he hated the way that his thick and coarse facial. She frowned, “Cut that Russian bullshit! It’s Lucy. Lucy Alexa. Everyone calls me Lucy! Save that other crap for someone who cares, like my mom! Or Tanya!”She said it like ‘tan’ not ‘tahn’. Nary a trace of a Russian accent. In fact, if I had to place it, it would have been Malibu or Venice Beach, not the Ural mountains!“Sorry,” I said. “Lucy? Really?”“Don’t be a square! I’ve lived in California for six years! What do you expect?”I chuckled, “Not this, obviously! Where’s Curtis?”“Dead for all I. Pehle hemlata ka fig. Slim tha par ye figure jo hemlata ka he uske liye mere sinior imran sir ka bahut yogdan he kaise ye me aage bataunga. Ek din meine apne siniors ko dinner par bulaya tha us din hemlata ne yellow saree pehni thi usme se ek senior imran sir bhi the meine dekha ki wo hemlata ki gand ko hi dekh rahe the aur kisi se bat bhi ni kar rahe the waise to me unki aadt janta hu ki ladkiyo ko dekhte he par hemlata to bahut sexy lag rahi thi saree me . Phir agle din mujhe hemlata imran.