Pura maal pari laguthia.Mu taku phone kari kahili mu tama ku meet kariba pain chahunchi.See ta ghara address dela.Ta ghara dhenkanal .Sei dina ame tk ...omantic katha hei rahilu.Ta para. Dina mu see dei thiba address re pahnchili.See dina tanka ghare kehi nathanti.Mu ta gate knock kali.Vitaru lili kabat kholi la.Mu taku dekhi au rahi parilini .Lili gote blue colour saree ku matching blouse pindhi gajab dekha jauthila.Ta pare lili vitaraku dakila.Se door lock karu karu.Mu lili ra pachha patu. ‘The size of my hand,’ Lena answered. ‘Interesting,’ James said to himself. He was getting more and more curious to see the tiny village where she lived, where everything was the same except smaller. ‘Why don’t you try it,’ he said, as she was still holding the potato chip, but not eating it. Lena looked from him to the potato chip, before she took a small bite out of it. She chewed and swallowed before looking up at him with surprised eyes. ‘It’s good!’ she said amazedly, taking another. "My dad was great. It was just him and me. Mom died delivering me. Life was ... we were poor and didn't have a bucket to pee in, but life was good. We were happy. I was his tomboy who did well in school, making him proud and he worked and fed us and kept the house clean. Then it all changed. Something happened at work and he lost his job and the job that he got was even worse, money wise and he hated it. I was going through that change all young girls go through, but I was still a tomboy and at. The dark-haired woman was pretty, but in a much more modest and subdued sortof way than cyndi. Her hair was drawn back and tied into a bun, and her formalattire accentuated her striking curves perfectly. Cyndi's arms were cuffed behind her back, with a chain leading to the ceilingseveral feet in front of her stretched taut and attached to the cuffs. Herlegs were spread apart, shackled to the floor by the ankles. This awkward positionforced her to stoop heavily forward, and if not for the chains.