" Oh, fuck, well, who is he and what the fuck are you going to do about it?" What the fuck can I do about it?" Well, for a start, I'd want to know who...the fucker is. Have you asked her?" Yep, but all she says is that she's going out with friends. She denies she's going out with a fella. But when he picks her up, she says, 'Here's Tony. I must go.' Or something like it." Phil, does she mention his name on purpose?" Now you come to mention it, I think she does. Probably to get under my skin." And. ” Rex looked inquisitively at everyone around the conference table. “Are there any prospects?” “Sir?” Gladys, who looked like a school librarian, nerdy glasses and all, raised her hand, “We have five girls scheduled to do audition scenes today and three are really pretty. Sir, there’s this one, from Alabama, of all places, I’m…“ “Alabama!?” Rex interrupted. “Ye-yes sir,” Gladys nervously stuttered, “Alabama, sir. She is blonde and the prettiest girl we’ve ever interviewed.” Rex eyed Gladys. Suddenly, Tammy could see it. The rolling waves of rock raked out with two odd shaped stones at counterpoint. That was it, she thought, the same tranquility and subtle beauty she’d seen in Linda’s father’s rock garden. Tammy could see the tall green bamboo raking secrets from the wind and telling them to the two stones, so far apart, yet bound as one by the sea of waving gravel. She was contemplating who, in this relationship was holding the peg toothed, wooden rake she’d seen leaning against. Hamare office main hum char log bethte hain Boss, hamare senior manager, or main or mere saath meri hi barabar ki ek ladki shweta.dhire dhire maine dekha neera ka mujhse baat karne ka baar baar intercome se meri hi line per phone milane ka routine bad gaya hain jab tuk main bhi uski kamal ki figure or fitures per fida hone laga ek din office me boss or manger nahi the factory gaye the to phone ki ring baji maine phone uthaya me. hello?2nd side. Samay bhaiya i m neerame. haan boliye main apki.