One was a small, nerdy looking guy, who was busy pounding away on a keyboard, only occasionally glancing at first one screen and then the other screen...perched in front of him. The other person, a cute brunette, sat at her desk. There were two large monitors mounted on a frame on one corner of her desk. A remote keyboard sat in her lap as she leaned back in her oversized chair typing furiously.After only a minute, Karla emerged and said, “Mike, it’s good to see you again. Come on in, I’ve got. Soniya: bahut maza aa raha hai mujhay vishal , uuuuffffffffff………….Aaaaaa……..Aaaaaahhhhhhhh …….Ohhhhhhhh………Ahhhhhh…….Uuuuuuuummmmmm………Thank you driverrrrrrrr jjjjjjjjjiiiiiiiiiiiiiii aaaaaappppp nnnnneeeee……..Aaaaaccccchhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa…..Uuuuffffffffff………….Aaaaaa……..Aaaaaahhhhhhhh. Lao Biantai had been married four times, each time divorcing his wives after they turned 25. They never contested the divorces, happy to escape his clutches. I dared to beg my Dad not to marry me to Lao – and Dad beat me severely and locked me in my bedroom for a week.Probably because of my Dad’s misogynistic views, I was also becoming a budding feminist. I believed that women were as capable and intelligent as men, and I felt horrified that I would have to sacrifice my University aspirations. Sally” After reading it I was rather upset, she hadn’t noticed my arrival would be first thing in the morning, not to mention she wanted even more money, and for what? Some damned fur coat? I muttered under my breath as I thought it over and decided what to say. My reply was far more anxious sounding than I wanted, but frustration was about to overtake my mood. “No doll…… We’re chugging along as I write baby, we’ll be in port just.