They stepped out onto a brick paved walk that led down into the formal garden. "Of course," Norman said, seeming to get closer to the subject in hand,..."if I didn't have to pay the alimony I would be able to get the property back; tell this load of jolly, historical, theme-parkers to get on their way." He had to step to one side as one of the "theme-parkers" almost walked backwards into him trying to take a photograph of the Hall's garden frontage. Freddie could see that it was all Norman could. We were on highway 96, the road that followed the Klamath river across the Klamath National Forest. It met up with highway 263 a few miles west, and from there it was either a couple of miles back north to hit a junction with I-5 or else just a dozen miles or so south to Yreka, where 263 and I-5 merged. He must've decided to switch over to the coastal route once he hit California for some reason and was planning to take this road west and south until he hit the coast. Still, looking at the. "Don't you ride the 6:15? I think I've seen you on the train." Yes, I normally catch that one. I've noticed you also." So... we must live in the same area, huh?" Yes, I believe so. I'm on Davenport Street, just a couple of blocks off the boulevard." Funny. I'm just east of the boulevard on Lancaster Street." I'm Ed, by the way. Edward, actually but I don't like people to call me that."She laughed softly. "Good to meet you, Ed. I'm Maria."We finished our meals exchanging small talk about the. Tarpor or garite ekta hotel-e gelam, dujonei khub gorom hoyechhilam, tobe ami ektu dazed o chhilam. Room-e giyei o amar virginity nilo. Tarpor besh raat dhore amra chudlam. Amar bondhu Jeet (jar ISS-e onek golpo achhe) jante cheyechhilo amar prothom fuck-er kotha. Eta oke lekha shei description.Hotel’e jokhon pouchhechhilam tokhoni amader corridor’e khub ekta lok chhilo na. Tai ghor’er dike jetejetei majhemajhe dariye pore dujone thot kamre chumu khachchhilam. O emnitei pechhoner hat diye amar.