Avalude pooril veendum honey varunnu. Ante naavu athokke oppiyeduthu… Nalla smell. Nalla taste. Anne mathu pidippikkunna gandham. Aval ee samayam an...e kunna yeduthu vayilittu chappukayayirunnu. 15 minutes njangal parasparam nakkiyum chappiyum kidannu. Pinne ante 90 degrreyil nilkkunna kunnayude thumbil aval pooru vechu kayari erunnu. Thenga pothikkunna poleyulla style il aval adichu kondu anne veendum veendum kambi akki. Njan swaragam kanukayayirunnu. 2 varshathe muzhuvan kazhappum annilekku. One fateful day, Henry was working on his latest tale, "The Nitty-Gritty of Sex," about two women named Holly and Jolly whose chests expanded to ridiculousness and become uncontrollably horny after eating a bowlful of enchanted hominy grits. (Pretty stupid, but then again, so were most of Henry's tales.) But as the sex scene was driving to a climax (Henry couldn't help chuckle to himself while thinking about that), he couldn't decide how to end the tale. Of course, the guy Fred would just leave. She was just lucky that I had chosen that day to go into town at all. Actually I had been carrying around a case of can foods in my trunk for a month to take to my cabin so I just told her that was why I had been in town.I got out and opened up her door. She swung her legs around and stood up on her own. I pointed out the outhouse to her and watched her facial expression change. I had seen that look before. Women and outhouses don’t seem to get along all that well. I got the case of food out of. We were lucky one had just dropped a fare off a few hundred yards up the Clerkenwell Road. I asked him to take us to Waterloo station. We sat together in the back, and Ann put an arm round me and whispered, "I know you probably think I am forward. I am not normally like this, but my love life has been crappy recently, and I decided to take a chance on you tonight. If you are going to do a runner back to 'blokeland' in the morning that's fine, but please don't string me along."I was surprised at.