I put them on the network and Angie uploaded it. I downloaded it, opened both files into the editing program and showed them about clips, timeline, tr...nsitions and the rest of it.“You take clips,” I explained, “that can be sections from one long file from one camera, or from different cameras covering the same scene from different angles, or from lots of different cameras and scenes that you put together to tell a story. You know how in a movie they show a hotel, then cut to a room and you know. Aur please bura mat manna, mai bahut straight forward hu. Mera adat hi ise hai, jo bi dil me ata hai puch leta hu. Jab se office me aye ho tab se aap ne notice kiya rahega. Aur ek baat bolu Pooja tume, Tumari baat ek dum sahi hai lekin har insaan ki apna apna jarurat hoti hai, secured life ki, khana pine ki, even pyar ki.Ye jindagi ki asliyat hai Pooja, isse koi chupane wali baat nahi hai.Pooja ek dum confuse me thi, usko samaj me nahi araha tha ki kya baat karu aur Agarwalji kya baat kar rahe. It is yours?”“Er ... yes, in a manner of speaking. My name is Mélanie.”“My neighbour ... He saw you leave on foot and he called me. Is everything all right?”“Er ... not really, no. I have just left home. I couldn’t stay there any longer.”“Oh, I’m sorry.” She saw the small suitcase on the ground next to the baby blanket. “Where’s your stuff?”“That’s all there is. I left in a hurry.”“Have you eaten?”Mélanie didn’t say anything but her face was eloquent.“Come with me!” When she saw Mélanie. She began to slip her hand down her breasts, down her stomach, and down even further..."Mommy, what's that?" asked a curious Emma, now standing beside Gabrielle and looking at the screen.Shocked, Gabrielle blushed profusely as she scrambled to find the remote. After a few seconds of embarrassing fumbling as her recorded cries of pleasure filled the room, Gabrielle looked behind her with relief to see the remote. She grabbed it off the couch and hit the power button, instantly sending the screen.