She was still dressed for work in a tailored gray skirt suit that tightly gripped her body, black heels, black stockings, and a silky black blouse. He... long, dark hair was even still up pinned up conservatively. We talked briefly, then she excused herself to leave me with my group. One by one the guys decided to leave and get some rest. Some had flights to catch. But I lingered in the bar.Maya was with a group of co-workers and friends. And they were slowly leaving, too. It was getting late. I left the door a jar and told Miss A I’d be waiting in our bedroom….Nick ... Nick! she called out. I didn’t reply I was far to annoyed. On the bedroom door I’d left her a note which simply read as followers:Miss A,I’m somewhat alarmed by your recent behavior and attitude towards your work colleagues. Not only have you tried to blame others you’ve yet again lied to me. I don’t want to hear any excuses. You know exactly what is about to happen…As she removed the note. And opened the door her. " she says as if she wear telling me she had a new haircut. rage filled me. "You mean you and the rest of my family have known for months that my dad is dead and you didnt have the curtasy to pick up the damn pfone. I missed his funeral and everthing." i said my voice dripping with menace. "Well darling we didnt want to bother you with such drab news specially after the wedding dibacal. oh before i forget, here is what was left to you. she says openeing the front door and briniging in a guitar. Я жил в престижном районе посреди мирного когда пришел конец мира я был готов к нему. Спустил свое немалое состояние на маленький шанс выжить для себя . Строил бункер также как и половина соседей. Часть смеялась, говоря о напрасной трате денег другая хотела но не было денег. Чем громче были угрозы военных тем настойчивее последние искали способ попасть в строящиеся бункеры . Одна вдовушка даже попыталась соблазнить меня чтобы я выделил для неё и её дочурок место. Я конечно воспользовался этим.