Gavat dushkal padlyale barechse lok gav sodun gele hote. Namyacha aailne chukashi karayala shejarcha eka baila sangitle hote. Sangitlya preamane ti du...rya divshi aali ani namyachya aaila mhanali “udya dattu pahilvanane tumhala bolavla haye” namya ani tyachi aai dusrya divshi dattu pahilvana kade gele. Dattu pahilvanane tyanche swagat kele. “ya ya aai” to mhanala. Namyachi aai: ka bolavlas baba? Dattu: ek upkar fedayala. Namyachi aai: nhanje? Dattu: mhanje tumcha namya motha zalay mazi lek pan. He could run fast and hard but had absolutely pedestrian skills at a change of speed or even avoidance. He ran straight up and down and got most of his yards later in the game when the opposing teams were getting worn down by his relentless running style. Valentine had not let anyone know that he was starting to having trouble in his right knee. He got some pain medicines from a booster and was leaning on those when he plays – one Vicodin, featuring five milligrams of Hydrocodone and three. I stood in the dark foyer and waited for him to cut on a light. When he cut on a light, I really noticed how attractive he was.I guessed Maurice to be around 40 or so, but he could pass for 35. He had skin similar to mines – honey colored. His hair was cut low and he had nice dimples. Maurice’s eyes were almond shaped and inviting. I stared him up and down. He had on a tailored Armani suit that looked great on his six-foot frame. “Would you like some water, juice, anything?” he. Ben had said that they would be here bynine o'clock, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that they wererunning late, so Wendy went up and bought some drinks from the bar."So, what do we do?" Kylie asked sipping the glass of white wine thatKylie had bought her."We chat normally like we're friends going for a night out," Wendy toldher. "So how was work today?" Wendy saw Kylie hesitate, perhaps forlonger than she should really have done. She needed to learn toimprovise."Your boss, Mr Hassam.