So I decided that the next time I went to the supply closet at work, I'd take a box of pens, bring it home and put it in my desk drawer, not the kitch...n. That would be a whole lot more efficient than taking them home, one at a time.The next day, I waltzed into the supply room, took a box of pens and walked back to my desk. No big deal.As I left my cubicle to go home, a man in a double-breasted suit blocked my path. "I need to check your briefcase."I'd splurged on an expensive brown leather. Vaddu.. naa buddi ivvanu.. nee thippalemo nuvve padu..”After half-an-hour “amma ayi poindi..” said the boy..“Thank God.. bhayam tho chastoo unnanu.”Endukoo… bhayam?”“Evaraina chooste…? Leda invigilator chooste.. nee answer sheets naa answer sheeta pattuku pothadu thelusa..?”“Evaru chodaru.. andaroo everi panilo vallu busy… invigilator chodaleduga..”“snte.. andaroo nee laage..?“Aha.. ala ani kaadu…” he could’t understand what to say.“Repu koda terichi pedathava..?” adigadu“Em.. ivala di sai. I felt nervous then, realizing that I had spent the last money that I could expect to see coming in for quite some time. I was now totally dependent on the women in my house, and the feeling was quite shocking to my sensibilities."I've GOT it!" Courtney announced as we drove home, with the purchases securely tucked away in the trunk of my car. "Why are you guys planning to do all the work when there's stuff in place?" What are you talking about?" I asked, fighting with the seatbelt once again.. It was March and the weather was nice, spring was in the air. ‘What’s the trailer for?’ Sandra asked as she came out to greet Chucks and I. ‘This is my last trip to Marshall. Your coming back with me.’ I had teased her for the last few trips that I was going to do this. I made three times as much as she did so I was pressuring her to give up her job and friends and move to Houston with me. I felt that the long distance romance was way passed finding an easier solution. ‘Oh I am?’ Her cocky.