I repliedMe : nothing (in a weird voice)Devi : ennamoe iruku sollu(something’s there tell me)Me : who is that boy friend. Tell about himDevi : I don...��t have a boy friendBut I compelled her to tell,because then only I can do her something :pAtlast she saidDevi : aahma I have a boy friend,ippo enna da adhuku(yes I have a boy friends. So what)Me : nijamava ???? (really ?)Devi : yesMe: veetuku lam varuvara (will he come to your home )Devi : annaiku call cut pannitu ponan la. Avar than vantharu( that. “Blossom, this will be your baby too just as it will be Erin’s. We all had a part in the act, like Erin and I were a part of each of our pregnancies.”We all cuddled close together in the king-sized bed, until we heard the sound of hungry babies.“Blossom will you help me please?” Erin reached out a hand to her new wife.“Sure.” She got up and the two went to the nursery, hand in hand.“Look at those butts!” I said as I kissed Lynn’s smooth head.“And they are all ours!” She looked up and kissed. One fine day she came and sat in front of me for guidance over how to call and convince customer for a meet. To which I made her understand, on that day she was wearing a low neck due to which I was able to see her cleavage. She saw me peeping cleavage but did not react. This was not enough to which she wanted me to visit her home for her father’s some insurance policy to be seen and if possible to could be revived.I went to her home couple of day later with her on my bike. She was sitting. My feet were encased in lavender in-line rollerskates. At the time, I didn'teven know what in- line skates were; I only knew that if I wanted to getanywhere, I'd be going barefoot.I was wearing a denim skirt. That seemed very strange, but you have toremember that, before the Great Shift, guys never wore skirts. It was onlywhen half the male population were former women that men's skirts (kilts, ifyou prefer, but let's not kid ourselves, men's skirts are nothing like aScottish great kilt).