. Geetu randi,haramjadi,meri naukrani dekh main sabse zyada lakshmi ko pyaar karta hoon.Mere muh se ye sab sunke lakshmi khusi se jhoom uthi aur mujhe...daroo pilane lagi aur kahne lagi saab ab bed room main chalte hain.Maine use godi main uthake bed main patka aur uske upar jhapat para.usko sar se paon tak chumne laga.Ab uske bra utar diya aur pagalon ke tarah uski choochiyan chatne aur dabane laga.Aise hi maja lete lete uske ang ang ko pyaar kiya.mujhse aur raha nahi ja raha tha maine uski. In my spare time, I worked on my next book. In theory I could have rushed something out in just a couple of months. I had already done the basic research doing my dissertation and an earlier paper, and it was just a matter of reorganizing it and doing a massive edit job. That wasn’t what Simon & Schuster wanted, though. They wanted it to come out about a year after To Protect and Serve, so they could milk all possible sales from that book. Then, when the new book came out, they could tie it to. “A couple of years,” she replied, “I live across the street.”Then, suddenly, it dawned on me, who she was. Sam had told me about her: A divorcee, who got caught cheating on her husband. Two kids and a dog. Always drunk and a super sexy flirt.“Sam and I are,” I started to say, before catching myself, “were- golfing and drinking buds.”“I think Sharla mentioned you to me,” she said. Damn, I hope it was in good standing.“She said Sam had a friend who was a gigolo"."“That’s my evil twin,” I jokingly. That date was a few days ago and unfortunately for the suitor in question Cindy has decreed it to be the last. She messaged him the following morning (“change of plan, babe, so sorry - you take care!”) and then went incommunicado. Her phone was inundated with texts and voicemails from the poor man and after three days of being bombarded Cindy blocked his number. She deleted all of his messages except for this one voicemail (about his thirtieth and the last one received before the chop) where.